Forgotten

A perfect family made up of four perfect people. A mom, a dad, a baby boy, and a baby girl. The girl being the most precious of them all got lots and lots of attention. She wore pink satin ribbons and perfectly laced dresses. There was not a moment when she was not in somebody's arms. As they cradle her back and forth telling her that she is the most beautiful girl in the world and one of gods greatest creations. A precious little infant with perfect silk skin.
One gloomy old day on the streets of Pewaukee WI. The rain was not yet among them but they all knew it was coming. The sky was a foggy grey color and the air was moist. Not the best day for the people of Pewaukee but for some reason little miss perfect loved today. You could hear the pitter patter of her newly trained feet on the wooden floors, and the laughter of her incent voice. Soon it happened. First little small drops of rain and soon huge ones. As the sky got darker and darker mother told the kids they had to go to bed. Baby girl fell asleep quickly to the sounds of rain and her mothers voice singing to her. As the town drowns in the rain baby girl in amused by the sounds and feeling of the night. People take pictures of her from the outside and gun shots shoot from a far representing the thunder and lightning. Mother wakes up the family and tells them to run into the basement for protection. The boy runs to the stairs and sees his tree fall in his back yard smashing into baby sister's window. At that moment he remembers, his sister is up there. She is upstairs alone. Not to knowing the dangers that surrounds her. Mother bushes the boy as she is telling him to get to safety. Precious little girl wakes up to the sound of the crash and shatter of glass. She stands up in her crib to see that a tree had crashed into her window letting the perfect weather into the house.

Baby girl grew older and can still recall the day that she was left alone. Forgotten. With nothing to protect her but her wooden crib. And when they day comes when the sky is a foggy grey color and they air is moist, she walks out side and waits. Waits for the rain, and when it finally begins she stands. Just stands and cries. Cries upon the flashback and the memories of being forgotten. Knowing that nobody truly loved her; she stands and cries. As she was treated as the most fragile of all she was forgotten. And she loves the rain. She waits for it day and day again so that she can once again stand in it and cry without any one seeing her tears.