Rain

        She started to like the rain when she was a little girl. She liked to run underneath it, to felt it in her skin. His parents tried to protect her, forcing her to stay indoors or just permited the plays in the rain with an umbrella even when there was only small clouds in the sky that could threaten to rain. But she liked anyway, although her parents try to show her that the rain wasn't always good or it was only good when taken some precautions. But she was young and innocent. I just wanted to feel it. She grew up, wanting to feel more the rain. 

She liked to "forget" the umbrella, to feel the rain falling upon her skin, to feel the touch of clothing that clung to her body. She liked to feel her hair messy. She always wish the rain. Sometimes the rain play with her, but she was innocent. She continued to grow up in the rain and the warnings against it. She won't listen. People said to her constantly, but she won't listen. Until the day.
           One day, she walked in the rain, feeling that it was increasingly yours. She walked in the rain while everyone is trying to protect themselves. Everyone thought she was crazy. Until suddenly, the rain disappeared. Without a slow disappearance. She couldn't enjoy the last moments. She was in the street, waiting for her return. Waiting ... waiting. Until this girl got sick. She couldn't get out of bed. Her eyes  just wanted to remain closed. She just wanted that headache, the pain in the chest disappear.
            Over time, she became accustomed that situation. As she has become accustomed to the typical "I told you so ... We said it wasn't good for you." She got out of bed and looked in the mirror. She knew it wasn't the same girl. She left home and felt the sun thouch her skin. But that didn't satisfies her. She knew it wasn't the same.
The rain fell again. She felt the first drop on her face. She looked up at the sky, trying to figure out what to do. Another drop fell, now on her forehead. She smiled sadly, picked up her umbrella, opening it up and sheltering under it. After a long time without the rain, she accustomed to living without it. Deep down, she knew how to live without it and didn't want her happiness returned to depend on it. The rain fell again and girl returned to open the umbrella.Everytime the rain tried, she always open that small shield.
Have you realized that I am not talking about the rain?