[open] wild women don't get the blues

[Garett]

Garett might  be a little disappointed by the lack of further explanation, or the lack of poetic words, but he doesn’t let it show - and it certainly does not last for long. He’s growing more curious about this girl instead, the simple matter-of-fact way that she speaks. It would be easy to believe that everyone loved rain and storms - Garett could almost convince himself that he did as well, if it wasn’t for the nervous way his heart was already beginning to race as the rumbling clouds drew closer. He had seen what lightning could do to a tree, splitting it in half and scorching the earth around it, and it takes little imagination to picture what such a magnificent force of nature could do to one small boy. The grass continues to bend towards him, caressing and swirling around his legs as though he could root himself in place and somehow be safe if only he had the plants there. But grass cannot stop a storm. When the question is returned, a soft smile appears in his green eyes as his gaze finally shifts away from her and to the sky. The rain drops begin to pick up their tempo - splashing on his face that he tilts just slightly upwards.  He can feel his heart rate increase with the rain, and fears she might be able to hear it. Hear the terror within him. He does not move, though, and when he replies he speaks without even considering anything other than total honesty. “They scare me.” garett

art by dozymare

@[mako]