[ WP ] Your powers only work in the rain .

The day she left me, it had been raining. 
 
 Big, fat, wet, droplets, just falling from the sky. It was n't a poetic rain, no, not like the sky was crying. More like the sky had just finished a P90X workout and was pouring sweat. It was a disgusting sort of rain, and I hated it. 
 
 I do n't remember much of that day, just that it was raining, and that I hated my life, and that she was a terrible person and that I did n't love her that much anyways. Oh - and one more thing. That was the day I shot lasers from my eyes. Or at least, I thought I did. 
 
 It was n't a conscious decision, by any means. I'd just been walking around in my soggy boots, wishing for the rain to stop, wishing for an umbrella, wishing for dry socks, wishing she'd take me back. On the long walk back to my apartment, I spotted an empty soda can in the street. I *hate* people who litter. I kicked the can and stared at it angrily, wishing it out of existence - when - suddenly - bright red lasers shot out of my eyes and incinerated the thing. 
 
 Fuck, I thought. I'm hallucinating. So logically, I checked myself into the nearest mental hospital and they put me on a fairly potent mixture of drugs. I tried doing it again, but it never worked. 
 
 But I'm out of the hospital, now, and back at her door with a bouquet of roses. It's lightly showering outside, a small rainbow stretching out on the horizon. A new beginning. I've gotten over whatever mental disorder was plaguing me. Surely, she'll take me back now. She has to! 
 
 And if she does n't, I might just get angry enough to try shooting lasers out of my eyes again.
