2/25 claudia

2/25:
topic given- 'imitate the short story "my lucy friend who smells like corn"'

my friend claudia who comforts like the rain.
by jaclyn iaquinta.

Claudia Christensen. Born in New Mexico. Five foot six. Eighteen-year-old girl. Comforts like the rain. Comforts as a rain shower gives the feeling of comfort, of safety, of peace. The rain falls and drenches your entirety while soothing your soul. It gives an image of nature, fully spiritual and inviting. And so does she. Comforts like a thunderstorm comforts those viewing from a distance, or like the faucet water falling from the sprinkler you ran through as a young child.
She talks as though you are her only listener, the only one she is aiming to please. It seems as though no other matters, other than your own, are of any concern. Her happiness is obvious when you choose her to help solve your problems. And what a wonderful choice it is. No dilemma is insignificant, no problem unworthy her time. Her arms can capture any amount of being without discrimination, and can hold for hours on end if allowed. Her nature is to comfort, as she has so many times for me. Many a night has been spent curled up in her bed, both pairs of eyes crying silently as problems are solved, or bettered. Her simple act of listening makes issues dissolve as sidewalk chalk dissolves in the slightest fall of rain.
She comforts like rain, and her arm around my shoulders acts as an eraser to my salty tears. They say the best time to cry is while walking in the rain, for the sky’s tears will hide your own. However, in that case, the tears remain, as does the sadness which was their creator, simply momentarily concealed. But her arms are a cure-all, the universal medication for broken hearts, bad days, or hurt feelings. She is a comforting presence to so many. She has been entrusted with more truth and experiences than many would be able to withstand; but she stands strong, ever willing to listen or advise on matters bigger than herself. When telling her of your life, you would never guess that so many others have come before you, that there is little of which she has yet to hear. Her mannerisms are such that it is hard to believe you are not the only person on her mind, or that your secrets are not the only ones that have been shared with her.
She tends to hide her own thoughts, afraid of putting too much weight on any other person’s shoulders, but will become surprisingly open to those who share their own openness with her. Despite the troubles in her own life, she persists in aiding in the solving of others’. She is constantly putting others’ needs before her own, however insignificant or unworthy those needs may seem to their holders. Any creature is welcome in her embrace. As was said before, there is no discrimination- all are equal in her eyes. How lovely it is to know that her willingness to listen is not dependent on one’s level of friendship with her.
She is passionate. She is dedicated to doing what she wishes, whether it be solving another’s problem, sharing her views on disputable matters, or spontaneously dancing in the rain. Her charisma is unmatched, and her friendship is something to be reckoned with. She certainly has opinionated points of view, but is still more open-minded than most you will ever meet. She works hard to see each side of an issue, and urges others to do the same, despite her obvious tendency to fight for the side she supports. She is sweet and gentle and comforts like the rain, making the receiver of her comfort feel as if her embrace is where they are meant to stay.
And it is all appreciated, oh how it is appreciated. I praise her, this comforter of sorrows, my personal soothing rainfall.