The best thing about the rain was that it had the tendency to keep people inside. It always made her wonder what it was about the rain that made people want to scatter. In fact, she even was even convinced that people were a lot like ants. They had social classes, worked for a central authority and pretty much all the other qualities.
Though, she'd never seen ants destroy each other to be queen, she wrote that off as evolutionary flaws. Things wouldn't need to evolve if they were perfect right? She could've been wrong though, making connections where that weren't logical. Still she sat on the bench her clear umbrella and rain coat keeping majority of the rain off her as she watched the people scatter. It was a color she always wondered about. The noise of the rain was always green with slight hints of yellow, the sound of people scattering and rushing to get shelter was always.... A reddish yellow. The voices always seemed to meld into each other.
To be honest, storms were always the worse for Kaitlyn. It seemed the louder the noise the brighter the color, the more likely she was to get over whelmed. Ironically, Kaitlyn's favorite time to be outside was during the storms. As long as they could get...she always found something fascinating about the grayish storm clouds.
She didn't try and draw them, some things were just better enjoyed if you didn't try and capture them. Instead she just watched, alternating from watching the people scurry from building to building, and the storm clouds that were quickly taking captive of the sky.
Though, she'd never seen ants destroy each other to be queen, she wrote that off as evolutionary flaws. Things wouldn't need to evolve if they were perfect right? She could've been wrong though, making connections where that weren't logical. Still she sat on the bench her clear umbrella and rain coat keeping majority of the rain off her as she watched the people scatter. It was a color she always wondered about. The noise of the rain was always green with slight hints of yellow, the sound of people scattering and rushing to get shelter was always.... A reddish yellow. The voices always seemed to meld into each other.
To be honest, storms were always the worse for Kaitlyn. It seemed the louder the noise the brighter the color, the more likely she was to get over whelmed. Ironically, Kaitlyn's favorite time to be outside was during the storms. As long as they could get...she always found something fascinating about the grayish storm clouds.
She didn't try and draw them, some things were just better enjoyed if you didn't try and capture them. Instead she just watched, alternating from watching the people scurry from building to building, and the storm clouds that were quickly taking captive of the sky.
