Her head rested comfortably against a branch. It was sprinkling today, but the leaves created an umbrella over her head. Her seat was up in the tree today. She listened as the sound of the rains pitter-patter got louder. She glanced up at the leafy umbrella which was protecting her for the moment. Soon, the water would break through.

She tapped her pen against the tree. The constant beat set her at ease. She heard a noise. The tapping ceased. She stood carefully and leant out of the tree. She felt tiny droplets splashing against her neck immediately. She leant back into the tree and sighed.

She thought about her hopes from yesterday. She wanted to write something. She wanted to write a poem. She was always terrible at poetry. She plugged her headphones into her iPod and turned up the music. She closed her eyes. Music provided comfort and comfort was the only thing she wanted and needed right now.

Ah, Divenire by Ludovico Einaudi was just what she needed. She could listen to the piano and string section for hours playing Divenire. She had before, and she could again. She turned it up so it was the only thing she could hear. Only when the rain became louder than the music would she go home.

Her face warmed up and she opened her eyes- sunshine. She marvelled at how much brighter things seemed when the sun was out. The light brought out all the different colours of just about everything and the leaves on the tree shone different shades of green and she looked out at the horizon, watching the sun go down slowly and she saw a double rainbow curving up, up, up in the sky.

She did not speak for the half hour it took for the sun to disappear. She studied the different colours that the clouds seemed and a hint of a smile appeared on her face. But the smile turned to a frown when she thought about going home. She had to leave now. The rain had come to a halt. She threw her jacket on and put her pen and paper away, hesitating when she noticed that it was still blank.

She threw her bag onto the damp grass, not even caring if it would be wet and jumped down from the tree next to it. She picked the bag up and walked away, not even looking back to take a last look at the field. She had no thoughts before she stepped onto the road. But she would rather have no thoughts than the dark thoughts that haunted her for days. Yes; for her, no thoughts was good.

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