Story Drabble!!!

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Donatello had discovered something. Something so unique that even spirits had a hard time describing it with their drenching emotions and clustered tongues.

It was the rain.

Never before had rain been so beautiful, so quenching of thirst. It took away all the needs and with each droplet that sang onto the surface of the water he felt as if these little tear drops of clouds were specks of light in the tar that was quickly becoming his new home.

There was something so pure about it.

Something that made him go to the surface, past the spirits of the deep, past the sprites that swam and shifted.

Up, up, he went, and he could see were the water splashed into the lake. So odd... so beautiful like... memories.

Donatello pushed his hand out of the water, feeling the gentle sting of the wind against skin that had lost warmth. The rain continued down, each drop whispering something new as it broke against his skin. He could hear it all. Some sounded like bird calls, others like rustling leaves; these sounds... they were things from the outside world, things the water picked up as it fell from the clouds down to the ground below.

The rain... beautiful rain... it was his only connection outside now. The only way he could tell that life continued outside his watery prison. He never would have thought of water being something akin to memories before this.