Red I See, Red I Bleed

“Why did you do it, Rochel?” Rain, rain, go away,Come again another day.Little Rochel wants to play. “That boy… he can’t. He looks too innocent to carry such a burden. His small, fragile hands couldn’t…he shouldn’t have red on them.”“WHY, RocHEL?! WHY… WHY DID YOU?!” Rain, rain, come again.Little Rochel wants to play. Rochel’s world is gray—messy, cold, and unforgiving to those who are small and fragile. Yet a glimpse of warmth across the street gives him hope he’s always yearned for.To what lengths can a child go to grasp the comfort he craves?To be permanently enveloped in the warmth he desires. Rain, rain, go away.