It had been a long time since she had stopped wondering about how things would turn out.  The girl realized this as she sat in her small room, hours after she had told herself she was tired.  Hours after she had decided sleep would not come.  About twenty minutes since she had resolutely slipped into bed again.  Fifteen since she received a text message, of course.  It is difficult to stop wondering how things will turn out, once you start.  The girl knew this well; almost as well as she knew of her own unrelenting silliness.  She knew this almost as well, too, as she knew how difficult it is to forget the things one might wonder about.  

And as she thought about these things the girl couldn’t help but want to make a resolution to forget once again.  These resolutions never seemed to quite play out.  It is difficult to forget something you see on a regular basis.  She might as well forget the rain.  But she is quite fond of the rain.