Purple Rain
Harper Devlin
A setting sun on a thunderous day. The lavender clouds yell at me as I watch the crisp violet sky. They are moving quickly. I know a big storm is coming. I walk to find shelter from the weather. A bus stop with an amethyst bench waits for me across the road. The clouds follow me across the plum pavement to the stop. It’s surrounded by beautiful lilac orchids. They don’t know they will drown soon so I pick a few up to save them from the fate of the others. The violet sky has shifted. I can see past the mist. The purple mountains look over me like royal leaders looking down at their subjects.
I hear a new noise. The lilac silence is broken by a boy. Thump Thump Thump. His shoes hit the ground, and he senses that a storm is coming, as well. He looks over at my palace of purple. I beckon him with my hand to take part in sharing this shelter. His walk is smooth like floating on clouds as he makes his way over. The bench creaks as he sits next to me. The sky rumbles. I look at the boy sitting next to me, and he is anything but purple. Reddish hair that looks like the autumn leaves, green eyes that match the color of sea foam. My lavender lenses on this world have been scratched just enough for me to see him. He looked at me for a second, studying my Mauve hair and periwinkle eyes, both a curse and a blessing. We are both odd to each other. Both of us have something the other has never seen before. I reach for his hand to shake it and introduce myself to the peculiar stranger.
“My name is Violet.” he took my hand and shook it lightly. My mother says I have a delicate handshake, like I’m about to kiss the queen mother’s hand.,
“Jasper,” We smiled, then watched as the sky exploded into my favorite thing. Purple Rain. Ever since I was a child, it has been my favorite thing when the sky magically creates Purple Rain. I watched in awe as the rain fell from everywhere. My heart was now healed from the bad day I had had.
Tip Tap Tip. The rain fell on our purple palace. The summer warmth consumed me, and suddenly I got up. I used to do this with my mother when we were sad.
“Where are you going? It’s still pouring rain.” He looked at me with wide, worried eyes
“I’m going to dance in the purple rain.”
“Why?” he had a perplexed look on his face.
“Ever since I was little, when I was sad my mother and I would wait for the Purple Rain and we would dance in it to make us feel better.” He wore a slight smile on his face as I walked into the street.
I felt the warm rain on my face. I closed my eyes and let the symphony of my purple rain guide me through this dance. There was nothing better in the whole world. Suddenly, I felt a hand. I opened my eyes. And there he was, my knight in shining armor. He bowed and put out his hand, gesturing for me to take it.
“ May I have this dance in your purple rain?”
“You may, my good sir.” I smiled and took his hand. Like a prince and a princess, we danced gracefully with no care in the world. The rain was our music, and it showed us which way to sway and where to move. It led us on this magical journey. Suddenly, the rain stopped. The mist cleared,d and the sky exploded into the most beautiful thing of all. A rainbow. I took off my lavender lenses to get the best view of the beautiful sight. Every color was vibrant and beautiful. I started to cry out of happiness.
“What’s wrong?” he looked at me, a worried expression drawn on his face.
“It’s beautiful.” He turned towards me, wiped the tear from my face, and gave me a hug.
We both looked up at the beautiful rainbow, then back at each other. As we gilded back to our purple palace, we sat in this newfound strange feeling. The feeling was enjoyed by both of us. I could feel it. We grabbed our things. Then, hand in hand, we walked off into our dusk sunset. I finally found a person who was right for me. My mother was right. Purple Rain makes everything better.
