Rain - Liam Partridge

Sat in a castle, at the peak of a mountain, overlooking the forest surrounding - with a hot brew of herbal tea - our character sits and watches the sky fall and clouds fight one another, casting blows of thunderous impact, striking down from the sky displaying their might. He notices the animals take shelter under rocks and in what would be the shadows, trying to save themselves from the conflict above. Rightly so too, the hail begins to fall heavily... taking skin and fur with it as it falls like tears from the furious forces battling above. Our character however, does nothing. Entranced by the patterns of the raindrops and hailstones falling, he notes algorithms - listening to each individual rain drop and reading it like he was a machine reading binary code.Without moving his head or opening his eyes, the pen held loosely in his hand courses a series of illegible hieroglyphs on the page, up and down, side to side. Scribbling pages and pages of these unreadable notes, our character without hesitation only breaking his noting to sup his now cold tea. As the rain subsides, so does the note taking. The skies calm, as if they were at a point of resolve in solving their differences, unleashing a few more blows before they finish and then calm. Almost immediately, the sun breaks through the clouds (like it has just banged their heads together) and starts to clear up the mess left by the brawl. Animals emerge from their shelters and birds singing become audible again. It is at this point, that our character opens his eyes and regains consciousness, getting a fresh whiff of the damp and sunshine outside to snap him back to reality - his tea now lined with a 1cm film on the top from the period left untouched. He looks at his stack of notes and reviews his scribbles, arranging the sheets like a jigsaw and a collage - each fitting together on one or two sides to form a huge abstract picture. Less abstract than the original hieroglyphs previously would have suggested. On piecing the last sheet in the frame, our character holds this collage of papers up to the window and lets the sunlight shine through it onto the slightly wet stone floor and wall. What we see is nothing special, but what we sense is unreal. A dimension of the room that had previously been invisible, had now come to vision. Like the rain holds the power adds a dimension to our flat reality, expanding space and mind - if you can read and interpret the messages correctly. At this point our character takes two steps diagonally forward and to the left and disappears into the ether. There is no sight or sound of him thereafter, no remains or any physical information - just a resonance, that can be felt every time it rains.