Drabble: Rainwoman (Supervillain Origin Stories) – by JB Starre

by specklit

I didn’t realize I was anything but ordinary until my twelfth birthday, when nobody came to my birthday party. It had been a clear, sunny day, but when I sang to myself to stave off the loneliness, the sky darkened and wept with me. It was the same when Mother died, and I sang her my farewells.

I haven’t cried much since you came along. I thought we had something special going; I thought you were The One. I’m singing now for what you threw away.

Go ahead, move into that hussy’s lakeside cabin. It won’t be there for long.

Author’s Note: Who wouldn’t want to be able to control the rain?


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