Silence

In the beginning

I knew it was coming. I always did. The rain was an easy thing to predict.
I liked the way it sounded when it hit the ground, or as it slid down the window. The smell as it washed the world clean.

I was three when I first saw it. My first vision. It wasn't precise, but blurry. I saw the sunset, I was holding my grandmother's hand as we were walking. I heard screams and the screaching of breaks on a car. That day I saw a few seconds into the future. That day, I saw my grandmother die. That day... The world lost all emotion.