It rained today.
I tried my best to stay
inside.
The rain fell in a soft drizzle.
A constant drizzle that hardly made any sound.
I do not favor the rain
and it does not favor me...
My best effort to avoid windows
in the Mayor's
home is not enough.
The pictures that cross my mind
are still. They do not follow my eyes direction
and every movement.
They are flashes.
Quick and never continuous images of the environment around
me.
I never know exactly where I am.
The reason I dislike the rain; the flashes become
continuous.
I am blinded by a barrage of distorted images.
Even at a soft drizzle, the rain makes my head
throb with pain.
I've never told anyone this, so the Mayor's wife
truly means no harm when she asks me to
get the drying clothes from the clothesline outside.
I still refrain from telling of my secret
war with the rain.
As a blind child, I feel as if I am already a burden to my
guardians.
I don't mean to become more of a burden by
sending others to do my chores whenever it pours...
My head still throbs from the pain.
1076, Dey 5, 23rd hour
