Let it Rain

"If there was always a roof over the ground every time it would rain, then I believe nothing would grow."

The rain was created for a specific purpose, and it should not ever be afraid to fall.
If it never does fall, it would just be hanging onto the atmosphere, and eventually forgotten.

-Jaenna.

One.

My eyebrows furrowed in frustration and disbelief. I know that I can do this, I know I can. I've done harder, I've done better. So why can't I do it? These thoughts are incessantly ringing in my mind, being startlingly haunted.

Instead I shook my head ignoring those thoughts. I must finish the task. Yellow, Blue, Blue, Green. I carefully configured the correct wiring to their proper inputs. Red, Blue, Red, Black. Sweat beads trailed down my face unto the glossy silver table. I tried not to breathe in too heavily knowing about the fumes that permeated the room. Blue, Black, Red. My heart accelerated as I strove to work faster, alerted by tick-tocking of the clock. The last wire. Red-- My throat contracted.

It was the wrong wire.