That was it. She lay there. In the grass. Letting the rainfall unto her face in big, sloppy, heavy, angry drops. She couldn’t feel emotions anymore. She was letting the rain do that for her. Though, she felt the weight of each drop as it fell on her. She let the water soak into her skin. Her legs, her bare arms, her bare shoulders, her eyelids and her lips. She just let it go. She felt the thunder’s anger and the lightening’s need to be noticed. She could deal with this. She could relate to storms. She had no more feelings, or maybe she had such deep feelings that she was drowning in them. Either way, she let the grass and mud stain her dress angrily. She let the mascara fall from its lashes and run down her face. She let the vibrant red lipstick from her lips stain her forearm from her elbow to her wrist. She didn’t even bother with her hair. Sometimes she would open her eyes and see the sun trying desperately to climb over the clouds and stretch its warmth and rays to her.She laughed. A cold, hollow, laugh.