stranger in the rain

ever since i was seven i could see things most people couldn't, like white, fluffy orbs of light called sprites. i'd play tag with the fae and tell stories to all the creatures that would listen. my mom would tell me it was a gift and a curse, like her crow dreams. "every gift comes with a price" she would say. mother's crow dreams were where people my mom loved would come and say a final farewell before departing to the world of the unknown. she was right however, my gift was a curse, a wonderful, exciting, and dangerous curse.
it was a dark and cold night, if i recall correctly. i had just awakened from a nightmare when a sound caught my attention, it was a song, soft and sad. grudgingly, i crawled out from underneath the covers and pressed my hand to the cold glass of my window. the song fluttered oh so gently through the air, and to my amazement, the souned turned into black and blue whisps of smoke, after the smoke appeared it began to form into what looked like a bird. a small delicate bird, like a nightingale. it called to me with its