Jenna

Jenna silently took her diary out of her cupboard and kept it on her table, then her fingers went for a pen, after she pulled the blinds and allowed sunlight to kiss her face,

'Dear diary' she started,

As she spoke to the pen, it wrote on by itself.

'It has been a long night, the sky was and still is clear with no sign of rain'.

She stopped speaking to her pen, two drops of dehydrated tears fell down on her diary from which came a voice -

"Jenna dear! write on me. Writing will help you overcome your depression.

"No, I can't" She screamed.

"When you have a lot of things going inside your head you simply can't put it on paper. It has been 247 days, 247 days since I came on earth. Everyday I live with a hope that it will rain and I will be able to go home BUT NO! even if it rains it's the damn acid rain which brings no help to me" She sat on her knees and covered her face with her palms. Her phone buzzed.

"Hey Jenna! Arosa here, I have prepared some really tasty dishes, so rush to my house, beer on me!"

Arosa was her only friend and the only local who knew her secrets. That Jenna was no ordinary girl but an angel who was trapped on earth with some spell and could only break it when pure rain washed her face.

Jenna unwillingly stood up, wore her blue dress and looked at the sky one more time and realised how she was also a victim of rising global warming on earth.