Blind Melon - No Rain File

The sky over the valley was a stubborn, unyielding blue. For the people of the town, it was a blessing; for the girl in the oversized bee costume, it was a cage.

She would set her stage down in the middle of the park, the sun beating against her antennae. Click-clack, tap-tap. She danced for the joggers who didn’t look up and the pigeons that didn’t care. To Heather, the bright sunshine felt mocking. It was a loud, happy song played on a loop, leaving no room for the quiet, damp comfort of a rainy afternoon. Blind Melon - No Rain

She didn't need to complain about the sun anymore. She had found a patch of earth where she could finally keep her cheeks dry—not by hiding from the light, but by dancing right through it. The sky over the valley was a stubborn, unyielding blue

"I just want to feel the rain," she’d whisper to her reflection, adjusting her mesh wings. "Just a little grey to make the yellow pop." Click-clack, tap-tap