Those Days When the Rains Came

Then there were all those days when the rains came. Those days when she sat staring out of her window feeling that all the days of her life were pouring down the gutter of the years like those raindrops. She would sigh and dream of a life beyond the view from her window in the high tower. A life beyond the thick forest that grew out on the edge of the open land between the castle where she watched her life washing away, beyond the distant mountains even that were, more often than not, lost deep inside the mists and clouds.

She would watch the people of the village and the castle hurrying about their lives, down below her tower, heads bowed under the relentless grey downpours that seemed to turn the whole world narrow, cold and damp.

One day, she thought, she would find her way through the maze of corridors, sneak past the sentries stationed there to bar her way, and find a way out of the castle and then across the moat and out beyond the village into that world. Perhaps, she thought, even finding a place – like those she had read about – where the rain didn’t always fall and where there would be someone who would want her for herself and not for her name and her status.

One day, she decided once more watching the endless rain, one day she would find the strength and the courage and break free from her tower and go find this new world she knew was out there, just waiting for her to find it.