Title:  Rain
Author: Rosekk2000
Rating:  PG-13 but not really
Disclaimer:  I do not now nor have I ever owned them.
Sob, Sob, Cry.


Angel sat and watched the rain cascade down the window pane.  As it 
made little trails down the glass he wondered to himself just how 
long it had been since he had enjoyed a stroll in a rain storm.  
Feeling the icy cold drops as they pounded into his skin.  One 
decade maybe two.

After several more minutes watching it pour down Angel decided that 
now was as good a time as any to relive a small piece of childhood.  
Glancing around the room he spied Cordelia sitting at her desk her 
head stuck in sum magazine or other.  Feeling Slightly embarrassed 
by the childish behavior he was about to indulge in he decided to 
invent some lame story about getting something from his car and 
grabbed his trench coat as he headed for the door.

Pulling his coat tightly about himself he stepped out into the 
brisk night air.  The wind rushed by blowing a few moist drops of 
rain in under the canopy outside the hotel door.  When a few drops 
landed on his hand and he smiled.  Looking around to make sure 
noone was watching he slipped his coat off and tucked it neatly 
behind the bench at the door.  Then glancing about one more time he 
stepped out into the rain.

Lightening flashed in the night sky above as he walked but he payed 
it no attention.  Rather he basked in the feeling of the cold rain 
as it soaked the black cotton shirt he was wearing. It hung on his 
body clinging to him heavy with the rain reminding him of days no 
of years long gone.

Stopping in the middle of a vacant lot about six blocks from the 
hotel Angel turned his face skyward.  Drop after drop of rain 
landed on him slicking his hair down to his head then rolling down 
his cheeks, over his soft sensuous lips, and down his chin until 
they finally disappeared into the neck of his rain soaked shirt.  
The gentle caress of the rain seemed to be washing away all the 
darkness and horror that had been his existance for so long.  
Helping to cleanse his body as well as his soul.

In a moment of fancy he reach down and peeled his soaked shirt from 
his rain slicked body.  His chest glistened in the moon light and 
his felt his nipples begin to harden under mother nature gentle 
caress as the rain found its mark landing upon his pale flesh and 
causing goose bumps to rise up on his skin.  Even a little shiver 
ran down his spine as the storms intensity increased.  Angel 
laughed it had been to long since there had been even a small 
moment of peace within him and he was going to enjoy it to its 
fullest.  Throwing his head back and spreading his arms wide he 
offered his body to the storm.  His eyes closed tight he began to 
feel the burden of his past lighten if only for a few moments.  
The road before him didn't seem so long and winding and he was at 
peace with himself.

"You lost mister?"  he heard a little voice say pulling him from 
the place of tranquility he had found in the storm.  Opening his 
eyes his gaze scanned downward coming to rest on the tiny frame of
a ragged little girl.  She was very small frail was perhaps a better
word for it and she shivered as the rain soaked her plastering both 
her dress and her long brown pigtails to her body.  "Cause if you 
are I bet my daddy could help you find your way."  she continued a 
sweet little smile lighting up her face as she pointed in the 
general direction of an old station wagon sitting on blocks in the 
back of the lot.  He stared at the car for a moment seeing  two or 
three people huddled in its confines and he sighed.  Reaching into 
his pocket Angel pulled a small roll of bills from jeans and handed
it to the little girl.
"No, I'm not lost. Not anymore thanks to you."  he said.  She took 
the money and rewarded him with another little smile.  Gently he 
placed his hand on her head  "You had better go get in out of the 
rain."  He told her waving in the direction of the old car.

He watched as she ran to the car and once again he realized that 
there was a lot that needed to be done in this world.  Demons, 
vampires, and  hell Wolfram & Hart weren't even the biggest problem.
He stood for serveral minutes letting the rain pelt him as he 
thought of the task ahead.  Turning to head back to the hotel he 
didn't return to his normal dark self but rather he lifted his face 
skyward once more and thanked whatever God that reigned above for 
the soul cleansing power of the storm.
THE END.

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