Don't read this. It's old as dirt and written poorly.

I like the rain. It has always comforted me with its steady piter pater sound. On my 13th B-Day, I started to feel ill and collapsed while hiding. Upon waking, I was greeted by a rainbow in the aftermath of what had happened. Being to weak to move, I end up falling asleep where I lay. This time I awake to be greeted by some... minor, oddities.