Rain on My Wings

Juliet-rose

Rain on My Wings

Rain on My Wings

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This is part of the introduction to the book

The Wings and The Form

I remember the first time I changed. It wasn’t painful. It wasn’t some

long drawn out process like I’d expected. It was quick, almost in the

blink of an eye. One moment I was Aeryn, and the next I was flying

aimlessly through the rain, headed to nowhere.

I watched as people took cover in buildings and crowded together

under umbrellas. I tried over and over to scream as the harsh wind

blew against my delicate wings. But I couldn’t. My lips were gone. My

body was gone. I was gone.

I couldn’t even cry if I wanted to, I knew that. I had lived my entire life

without shedding a single tear. My mom used to say that I was

somehow waterproofed in the womb.

I saw a young couple walking carelessly through the pouring rain, the

drops quickly soaking them from head to toe. I envied them. I wanted

to feel the cool drops crash onto my skin. I wanted to dance as the

gentle rain slowly drenched my long brown hair. But I couldn’t. I was

stuck as an inferior to the beautiful rain, and it was pounding me with

its unforgiving fists.