Regrets And Resolves

The rain continued to pour as only rain. Droplets stayed as droplets, coming down as light drizzles first, but it wasn't long before the true downpour finally commenced.

I was perfectly content sitting there amidst the dampening blades of grass, didn't feel like taking shelter, didn't at all feel like leaving the rain. For hours, I could have sat there, come the break of dawn, and you'd still find me unmoving from that same spot, that same position - staring wistfully away at absolutely nothing.

The moment I opened that front door behind me, the very second I walked the steps into the living room hall, I knew I'd have to be looking into their eyes again. 

False alarm. Wasn't Blight, after all. I would have been the bearer of the bestest news we've heard all night. Still, the fact that it ever rained at all simply meant that I couldn't do exactly what they trusted me to do.

What would they have to say to me for it?