[ WP ] You live your day to day life with a literal storm cloud above your head that is constantly raining and someone questions how your everyday life is .

Today began like any other day. I awoke tired from the night before, as I do every morning. One drop too many had escaped up my nostril forcing me awake with a splutter. Through the clouds I glimpsed a small section of my ceiling, the mould had grown much stronger again, deep green layered it, flies danced around the room enjoying the humid atmosphere this curse had created. 
 
 I dragged myself out of the soggy, mould ridden mattress I called a bed and headed to the kitchen. Opening the cupboard I could see today was the day. I'd have to leave the house again, the food that was left barely resembled food anymore, more a home for creatures and bacteria. 
 
 After slipping on some clothes I opened the front door, it was raining today. I'd take an umbrella but this cloud that follows me does n't take kindly to umbrellas, it sifts its way through and sits comfortably right underneath them, snug and dry from the rain whilst continuing to pour onto me. My walk down the road to the local shop was met with the usual stares and ushered comments. As I entered the shop I heard a voice from behind, no one had spoken to me in years so it came as quite a surprise. 
 
 You see, I'm considered'cursed', there are n't many of us, but we're known as'the weathered'. Several of our kind are considered blessed, a small miniature star following them, radiating beauty and softly illuminating their skin. Others seen merely as an inconvenience, fog drifting alongside them. I however, was stuck with this, a rain cloud. The most motivated of rain clouds. There was no break, there was no cure and their was no relief from this thing I call a life. 
 
 Anyway, the voice. I turned. The most beautiful woman stood before me, a small star bobbing gently above her silky golden hair. As she came closer the cloud above my head began to clear ever so slightly. This had never happened before, we were n't meant to meet like this, almost all of our kind lived miles apart, scattered throughout the world. The cloud struggled, it fought, it twisted and convulsed. One final drop hit my forehead, and it burst. A rainbow replacing it. `` I've.... I've never met another weathered before'' her voice squeaked.
