She's sitting limply on a wooden chair, one hand slack and hanging uselessly at her side while the other clutches an umbrella.

Glass and porcelain litter the ground surrounding her.

A vase.

An elephant-shaped pot.

A fish tank.

Everything is empty, devoid of anything and everything it originally held.

She waits in her chair, a blank expression across her delicate features, her arm unwavering as she holds the umbrella.

Then slowly, a drizzle of rain sprinkles down, dotting the girl's umbrella with tiny transparent droplets.

It doesn't slide off the clear plastic of her umbrella. Rather, it clings to it like morning dew on the leaf of a wildflower.

The drizzle lasts for a heartbeat longer before it becomes heavy, cracking the dark clouds above with a silent wail.

She remains� indifferent, uncaring when the rain sinks into the fabric of her dress and leaves it translucent against her pale skin.

Her empty eyes quietly drag across the glass and porcelain around her as they fill with rainwater, a slight note of satisfaction apparent — but only for a mere moment, before she returns to her hollow self as if she lost the thing called feeling long ago.

Above, the sky rages with tears as the rain comes down harder and faster until the girl's umbrella is filled to the last centimeter with water.

It threatens to overfill.

The girl struggles to hold it up, her wrist aching, her arm throbbing.

A sliver of pain cracks her emotionless face as she bites down hard on her bottom lip, welcoming the new pain to balance the old.

But it only lasts for barely a minute before she feels the first spark of pain again.

Her eyes scan frantically around her surroundings and she gasps when she realizes that the glass and porcelain around her are already spilling over with excess rainwater that they cannot possibly hold.

A salty tear escapes the corner of her eye, mixing with the rainwater splattering over her face.

The arm holding her umbrella quivers under the rain's weight, numb with cold and ache.

She can't hope to hold on much longer. The rain was far too much.

Too much.

With a cry, she lets go of the umbrella in her hand.

The rain continues to pour in earnest as the girl shivers at its frigid touch.

Seconds to minutes to hours pass, unending.

She no longer hears the rain drumming.

The rainwater had collected into a massive flood, rising fast.

It laps at her neck now as she looks lifelessly up. Her eyes are dulled and filled with the blue of the water.

She says nothing and does nothing as the water, slowly, closes around her forehead and climbs the last few inches until it fully submerges her in its pouring wake.

And so her sadness overflowed, and she, after all, could not catch it as the rain.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.