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As I awake, I'm greated by the rage of nature. It's a normal day for me, another "I'm to lazy for life" so I sit by the window and watch the rain fall. I hear my mother stagger slowly trying gain back her conciseness from the grasp of some dark smelly concoction that burns the throat to even waft, much less ingest.

As morning goes on I'm greeted by my lovely friends at the cps department, once again. "The school called" they announce. Not a hard thing to guess, as this wouldn't exactly be the first case of my private time has been interrupted by a stranger in their mid thirty's. "I'm sick today" I say while trying to throw a cough or a short gasp between every couple words. He gives me a innocent look, probably trying to find the words to invite him self in out of the cold rain that is now coming down quite hard. He is a some what tall man, slender with a warn out suit and a out of season red Christmas tie . What is left of his hair is now slick back and the top of his bald head is throwing out sparkles caused by my porch light being refracted in every direction.

After a brief discussion on how my guardian wasn't feeling up to talking, and him now getting the hint that he is going to stand in the rain all day if he wants to engage in further conversation, he bids me a speedy recovery and a well being. I'm sure he doesn't mean it though, as I cause him or his colleges much stress to drive almost an hour from their office to the shit hole of no where I call home.

As mid day approaches the storm continues on with no apparent signs of slowing. The crack of thunder startles me every so often causing me to lose my inner balance and feel as though I'm falling for a split second until I open my eyes and realize that I'm in the same uncomfortable wooden rocking chair that I've slouched in for most of the afternoon.

I now hear another noise, as I feel my stomach turn and attempt to digest the imaginary food that I've eaten today. I walk into my kitchen and search for what I'm going to eat for the day. I dig the the cabinets for anything that looks remotely satisfying. I settle with an expired package of beef Ramen noodles. Which is quite disgusting, seeing as they have an enormous shelf life.

Dusk is upon me. This is the time of the day I look forward to most. I'm not really sure if it's the sun set, or just the general feeling but this time of day has always brought a calm over me like nothing else could. Coupled with the steady marching of rain drops and random flashes of light it's a feeling like no other.

I drift off into sleep, and I enter what I hope to be everything I wish reality could provide. If only the rain could stay I would love life so much more.