Purified (trigger warning, hints at abuse)
My thoughts run rampant like an overheated engine. The steady stream of water cleanses the dirt from my skin and my soul. I step out further, feeling anew, my troubles swirling down the sewage drain.
I've always thought a heavy downpour was Earth's attempt to rid itself of evil.
However, the rain could never manage to wash away the purple, there wasn't time. It would soon be replaced by a shade deeper than the first.
I've always despised purple, so today, I exchanged it for my favorite, red.
The crimson that stains my hands, is becoming, but its origin mars its beauty.
I stand in the delicious rain, drenching my body, purifying my spirit, my sin slowly dripping off my fingers.
I smile at the piercing sound of the wailing siren, a warning of my impending imprisonment.
I just bought myself my freedom. All else is a small price I'd pay again and again. Gladly.
I have always loved the winter. The snow comes down and covers the black barren tries with snow.
My brother's favorite season was spring, he loved to dance in the rain and smell the pink and purple flowers that grew in the forest.
I hate spring. Everything is too bright and it hurts my eyes. The bright sun gives me a head ache. The rain made everything muddy a gooey and I always seemed to get sick after a heavy rain shower.
I put up with it. If it made my brother happy, I had to. I put up with it for years and years and years.
Then I found a foolproof way to end my problems.
Now I don't have to put up with the nasty season called spring because I burned all the trees and everything green until they were black beyond future growth.
Then I killed my brother, Rain, and my sister, Summer, so I would never have to step in a puddle or glare into the blazing sun again.
Now there is only me, Winter. I am eternal.