She dashed towards the parking lot, hopping along from car to car. Her
little yelps turned to screams, but no danger seemed to be present. The
frizzy mop on her head looked as if it would collapse at any moment,
like an old crumbling building on its last legs. Her hazel eyes were lined
with green eyeliner, which was surely put on in the dark. Her lips were
emblazoned with bright cherry lipstick pushed beyond the boundaries of
her lips. Her blue stretchy skirt seemed to be well lodged in her
thrift-store underwear, which is always attractive. Her eyes kept looking from left
to right, never staying in one place, as though she was in a great hurry.
Her mind raced, thinking of endless things. Each thought seemed to pass
through one ear, then out the other.

This crazy 17-year-old American, Maddie Capp, wore a white shirt. Or at
least it seemed to be a white shirt. But look close and you will see
that it is none other than a straight jacket. Her secret is exposed. She is
the lady who was posted on the 3rd page of the Provo Sun News: the Wanted
girl with blonde hair, a round nose, an unfocused gleam in her eyes, and an
eccentric passion for peanut butter. The article ended with a plea to
help bring her back to the psychiatric ward of RFAR Clinic. She's none other
than the Runaway from the mental asylum.

She raced through the parking lot like a barefoot girl on hot coals,

running, stumbling, waddling away. The soft humming of "A Heart Full
of Love" suddenly turned into screams of "Do, Re, Mi." Gallumphing down
the sidewalk, she shut up just long enough to say hello to Mr. Car, Mrs.
Tree, and to pat the little cute mailbox, then resumed her nonsensical
singing.
Out of Mr. Door came Bobby Skies, a 16-year-old glob of a boy.
"Why, hi there, miss! Can I help ya in any way? Hey, ain't ya about my
age… Do you go to my school?" rattled Bobby, as he walked down his driveway
to meet her.

"Why…hi…ummmmmm…guess what…the…I need to warn you… raccoons are
dangerous…yes, yes…" Broken words plopped out of Maddie's lips like lumpy
strawberry jam. All of a sudden tiny teardrops fell from the sky. Panicked, Maddie
screamed in a high pitched wail. "Rain…save me! Rain, rain… You'll
die if rain touches you too many times. It's evil…" Bobby' s lips and face
went white as he started backing towards the door.

The girl that was taken from school to be put in a funny farm hobbled
up the Skies' lawn and the poor boy panicked and did his day's workout. He
shut the door and used the deadbolt lock for the very first time. Once
again her struggled attempts to warn the world of the evils of rain had
failed. Her chest heaved as she dropped to the pavement. How she longed
for someone to just understand her, but no one ever would.
Her thoughts wandered back to when she was still locked in that
circular white room for hours, people watching her from the window above. All
her life people thought she was just acting strange to get attention. Or
perhaps it was because she never really had a home, moving around from
place to place. Others believed she just took after her mother who was
never quite with the ball game. It might have been from those reasons,
or it might have been because she was a bit too slippery when she was
young.

Her head may have made contact with the floor one too many times!

Slowly she made her way through the neighborhood, ready to try again
and warn the good people of the world about the horrible truths of rain.