Rain God

This is the short story I made for my English class. It doesn't really make much sense, but I like the idea and kind of want to write more on it. I realize the storyline is a bit poor and I could have definitely spent more time in some areas, but remember I typed this in about an hour total. So please, please criticize.

That night was a night so dark and stormy, not only could one drown from the heavy downpour, there was an odd darkness and sense of unease that permeated everything. This is much less of a poetic justice then it is a result of wrongdoing, as that was the night Ronald Raindrop, the could spirit, left the skies.
It's not uncommon for an elemental to leave their post, unless you're an earthen one- I've never heard of mountains materializing since the death of the dinosaurs, but one does hear rumors, and it's not as if mountains haven't been made or died since then. But normally, elementals have the ability to turn back whenever they wish. Unbeknown-st to Ronald, the darkness that went into him that night cursed him, and thrust him from the heavens.
He and Tommy Thunder had been arguing. Supposed to be partners in their work, a rivalry set between had been creeping between them, and before they knew it, there was a fight. Not many know the exact cause, but a storm over the eastern Pacific caused them both to snap, and all at once, two thing happened- Ron attempted to materialize, or enter into human form. But at that same moment, in an event that had never happened before, Tom threw a bolt of lightning directly at him. The air shattered around Ron and everything disappeared.
He woke up after it stopped raining. He lay there for a second tasting the last few drops, but suddenly remembering what happened, he sat up, wide awake. The moon was cracking out of the clouds and the clouds sped off. Ron looked at his surrounding. He'd made it to dry ground somehow in the chaos. As the starry sky lit the landscape, Ron hiked up to the nearest hill, and in the distance, he saw Seattle glowing in the clearing sky.

It was actually very fortunate he should end up there. 40 years before, a small landslide blocked off a stream, which would have died had she not known beforehand and jumped out. Her name was Sandra, and since getting married to a man who knew nothing about her history, she had seven healthy, living children. One of them was a water elemental, or so the rumors went. A personal friend of Ron's, she aged half as fast a normal human, and though worried the process was speeding, she was content with her life. Of course, the last time Ron had visited was over two decades. He walked into the lobby of the motel where a teen-aged secretary sat at the desk. She looked up.
"Hello!" she said, giving that classic overly-friendly smile. "Do you want to book a room?" Ronald glanced around.

"Uh, maybe. Is Sandra, the owner, here?", he said, feeling almost a little out of place. He really hadn't been here for a long time.

"She's in the city right now.". The girl looked him over. Ronald, in this form, was an average height, blond haired, and strikingly grey eyed individual. He looked to be in his early twenties, and wore a a black t-shirt, jeans, and an overcoat that perfectly matched those curious eye. Funny. She probably wouldn't be able to get those out of her mind now. They seemed so deep, and the boy just looked like he really knew something, almost, she thought to herself, very familiar.

"Do I know you from somewhere? What's you're name? How do you know my mother?", she asked as she continued to stare at him.

'I'm Ronald. Uh, Raindrop."

"Raindrop? That's really..." Her voice trailed off as Sandra, the owner, walked into the lobby.

"I can't believe a storm like that could fade so fast, it's almost like somebody decided to-" She looked at Ron with the weirdest look on her face. "Do I..." Her expression flashed to a bright smile and the next thing anybody knew, she was hugging him. "What in the world are you doing here? I thought we still had some rain left in the year?"

"It's a bit long of a story, really", he said, glancing at the girl.

"Oh! This is my daughter, Miranda.. She manages the desk for me. But I'm sure you've noticed. How long have you been here? How did you get here?"

"Well, let's just I'm really lucky to be in the area right now. You noticed that storm? How fast it went away?". Ron glared, and she nodded, understanding. "I totally lost my bearings, and personally, I think I'm lucky just to be on ground right now. Can't swim worth anything."

"But why are you here? Aren't you working?" she pressed.

"Erm.. I actually can't remember much coming but... you'll remember Tommy? We, uh, kinda had a disagreement. I left, but while I did I was knocked unconcious. That's never happened before, has it?" Ron really was curious.

"Unconcious? No, I don't think that's supposed to happen. It's like, landing with a parachute, you know? You have to be aware to land. Imagine what could go wrong if you..." her voice trailed off and they both looked at Miranda, sitting at the desk.

"Does she-"

"No."

"Oh."

---

Sandra had given him a room key and he laid awake for hours, his mind simply not used to the concept of sleep, but his human body simply screaming for it. He was thinking about his descent to the ground. just to be sure, he checked the mark on his arm, turning his light on to do so. As he rolled up his sleeve, a look of horror crossed his face.

An element can become a human- and occaisonally beast- form whenever it suits him, and while in such a form there is a mark placed on these beings. Depending on the person, it is on either the left or right arm, directly between the wrist and elbow. The elemental can turn back into his natural form by placing his hand over and grabbing tightly. It was their only ticket home.

Ron'snormally soft, tear shaped design had become a large, mangled scar.

---

Not surprisingly, there is very little help for elemental, as in their human form, they are very, very rare. No doctor has had the chance to study one, and as an estimate, only about 400 walk the Earth at any one time, depending on the season. In a world population of 6 billion, and looking entirely like normal people, they keep hidden very, very well, and very, very few know they exist. With such a minimal impact on humanity, what even they knkow about themselves in human form, as far as they know, could be very little.

When Ron found out about the internet, he was absolutely astounded by how close conspiracy theorists and "fiction writers" can get to the truth. But he never found any help, and though he'd tried many times, he could not leave.

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A year had passed. Though it is said time can heal all wounds, and indeed, Tom Thunder himself came down to apologize, he could not help Ron in this state. It started raining again, after another month or so. He heard from Tom that they'd had to hire a spirit with very little experience- in fact, it was one of Ron's distant cousins. He didn't care, and soon he began to hate the rain horribly as it represeted everything he missed. Depressed, he began to study Sandra. Previously Sandra Creek, and now Witherspoon, he noticed how well she had adapted to life in this realm, being stuck here much like he was. She always had a smile on her face, and around her, it seemed everyone did. But in his gut, he knew he couldn't stay here, even with people who knew his secrets. "I want to go somewhere drier", he said. "It's just too horrible here." And because they were unable to stop him, he left.

He traveled around, but in the cruelest sense of iron, it was always cloudy where he went. A constant storm followed Ron, and he sure it wasn't on purpose- a sky spirit's vision of the ground is simply awful, especially when working on a storm. But Ron tried to live the status quo of the world- he found an apartment in the small town mountains of Colorado, got a girlfriend, a job working as a manager of a Recreational center. Thing were going well, until he noticed a mark on the arm of his girlfriend.

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"You're a-", he trid to blurt out as she began to pull away from him.

"I'm a what? I think I'm normal." Wendy had lived a lie for a decade now, and she wasn't going to give that up for anything.

"Sky spirit." That was all Ron needed to say, and Wendy forgot al about lying. Several thousand question formed in both of their minds.

"How do you know about-" but Ronald was quickly unwrapping the bandages on his arm. He showed her the scar on his left arm. They talked. The hours were gentle and passed by slowly as fate unraveled his plan. Ron grabbed hold of Wendy's arm and they dissapeared into smoke.

This was something that had never been done before. They flew over the ands as emotions from lives past flowed throught both of them, and Ron never wanted to leave. But fate had one more trick up its sleeve. Through a cloud bank, they soared, but as they went through, a beam of lightning caught Ron's spirit, and he fell. This time he was entirely concious, and he landed in the ocean. The ocean, actiang as a being, spat him out onto the beach. He looked up in the sky, and perfectly in tuned with his thoughts, it began to rain. He now had more control of the sky than before- he had reached a point that nobody had ever done. A mortal god, he began to walk into Seattle, in the distance.