Creative Writing: Susan Mallard's Rain

Rain had begun to fall again. Thick drops of crystalline water fell slowly and then all at once, striking the tin roof of Susan Mallard's Seattle home. Once again, she was sitting in her armchair reading whatever book she had plucked from her shelf without looking, turning the pages absently as the rain poured harder around her. Despite, this being a nightly routine, she never actually read the books, she would sit for hours looking at what might as well have been empty pages. Written words on a page contained no essence for her anymore, she had pondered over them for years and had bled them dry of any meaning they had. Presently, they were only empty carapaces, open outlets for Susan to exist inside her own head. Consequently, this has …show more content…
Keeping her eyes closed, she listened to the world waking up, birds chirped in the trees and the cars rushed down the busy street outside. At this point she decided to get out of bed. Once she was out of her bed, she pulled on a pair of jeans and a blouse from her small closet and walked down her front steps into the brisk air. Water cascaded down the sidewalk and the parked cars glittered with crystal drops. The aftermath of the rain was always the best part for Susan, everything was fresh and crisp, even the people seemed to sparkle with water on mornings like these. Around the corner, Susan saw her destination, the local coffee shop, it was small, but always welcoming for loners like her. Moreover, the shop was filled with the aroma of crushed beans and cigarette smoke that wafted around the room, patrons chattered quietly as the seasoned Batista spooned dollops of white cream onto full cups of rich, artisan, coffee. Susan crept around the customers and their incessant drone, over to a small table in the corner with a single protruding straight-back chair. This spot was her own little hideaway, a place where she could sit in public and not draw any attention. Across the way, another table was set up. This table longer, and had two chairs, with artful carvings, facing each other. In those two chairs sat a young man and a young woman. Clearly, the two were deeply in love, the man was holding the woman's hand in his and she was looking at him with sparkling, adoring eyes. There was something otherworldly about them, they seemed to radiate light and energy from the place where their hands met. Most people only provoked apathy from Susan, but she was instantly entranced by the couple. The simple purity of them made her intrigued, this was something new to her, she had never seen two people interact like this before, no words were spoken between them and yet Susan could tell they were in the middle of a deep