The boy rain through the thick forest full of life, breathing heavily. Leaves crunched underneath his feet and wild pokemon stared out at him from their hiding places. But he didn't come for them. Of course he didn't.

The boy came to a sudden halt in a clearing. He looked up into the sky, pushing his thick brown hair out of his eyes. Dark grey wispy clouds floated in the distance. He had seen clouds like this before. What did his father say was happening? Oh yes. The rain was evaporating before it even hit the ground. What a mysterious sight. It made him think. 'It's like the rain is falling up.' The boy thought. He shook his head, as if trying to shake the thoughts about the clouds out of it. He didn't come to look at clouds. Of course he didn't.

The boy continued to run. He was almost there. He could feel it. His mouth grew into a wide grin. The wild pokemon surrounding him stared with frightened and worried eyes. Not for themselves, but for it. Maybe for the two, if the boy was strong enough. Then they started. Cries and yips of warning were blasted into the air. But the boy ignored them. He wouldn't stop now. He would only stop when he reached it. He wouldn't turn back. He was almost there.

That's why he stopped at the next clearing. The next clearing in which there was a huge lake. The boy slowly walked up to the edge of the lake. He didn't notice the reflection in the lake of a brown-haired teenage boy, holding a long bow and a single arrow in his hand. The reflection of a boy with a dark and evil purpose, and he didn't even know it. The reflection of himself. No, instead he only noticed the reflection in the lake of a creature so young and innocent, so full of life, only to have it taken away so very soon. A baby Lugia.

The boy set up his bow and arrow. Closing one eye, he carefully aimed the arrow at the baby Lugia. He only had one arrow, but it would be all he needed. The baby Lugia didn't even know the boy was there. It didn't know that its life would come to an end soon. It didn't know of anything that would happen soon. Not even the boy knew what was going to happen. Only the helpless wild pokemon that were watching knew. Why, oh why did it have to be this way? Why doesn't the innocent ever get just as much as a chance?

The boy let go. He watched the arrow fly gracefully through the air. The sound of a sharp piercing cry told him he had succeeded. He smiled. But his smile faded away at another sound. The sound of cry so sad, it can wash all happiness away. The sound of the baby Lugia's mother.

And as the rain falling up in the distance started falling down, so did the heart of the baby Lugia's mother.

About twenty-eight years later...

A boy slouched down on a couch, staring at the pokeball he held in his hand. His father had always told him that he had once met a legendary pokemon. But he refused to say anything more, so the boy never believed him. The boy closed his eyes. The sound of rain pouring down onto the house from outside made him want to go to sleep. To him, it was almost like a lullaby. As his whole body went limp, the pokeball slowly rolled out of his hand. Only the startling sound of the doorbell woke him up. He yawned.

"I'm coming, I'm coming... just wait a second." The boy called out. Stretching, he got up from the couch. Picking up the pokeball, he walked up to the front door, the floor groaning and creaking beneath his feet. He twisted the doorknob and opened the door just a crack. Two bright sapphire-blue eyes stared at him from outside, twinkling with glee. He could never mistake those eyes. He opened the door wider. "Hello Aurora," said the boy. Aurora smiled, pushing her blonde hair behind her ears.

"Come on, open the door wider, Jack!" Aurora said. Jack sighed and obeyed Aurora. A big gust of cold air blew into the house as tiny raindrops prickled his face. Jack waited for Aurora to step inside. But she stood still.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Aren't you going to step inside the house, where it's actually warm?" Jack asked. Aurora laughed.

"Oh, you're so stupid. I'm waiting for you to step outside! Come on!" Aurora urged, grinning. Not wanting to wait for a reply, Aurora took Jack's hand and dragged him outside. She shut the door behind them. Jack shivered.

"Okay, so why did you want me to come outside in the bitter cold rain again?" Jack asked. Aurora sighed.

"Just look up into the sky and close your eyes. Don't say anything, just do it. Please." Aurora begged. Jack looked into her eyes and nodded. He closed his eyes and looked up into the sky, just as Aurora has asked him to do. Cold drops of water dripped down his face. It made him feel... calm. He smiled. "See? Doesn't it feel nice?" Aurora whispered softly. Jack nodded.

"I think my Eevee might like this too." Jack said. He tossed the pokeball in his hand into the air as a red light came flashing. An Eevee appeared and blinked up innocently at Jack and Aurora with its big black eyes. Aurora smiled.

"Great! That's means your Eevee can join in the fun too." Aurora said. She ran off, twirling in the rain, holding her arms out. Jack hurriedly ran after her, his Eevee carefully following. He watched Aurora with an expression of confusion on his wet face. Aurora stopped spinning and breathed in deeply, trying to keep her balance. She grinned. "Well, what are you waiting for? Aren't you going to join me?" Aurora asked, continuing to grin. "It's really fun. Just try it." She started spinning again.

"Um... okay. I guess." Jack said, shrugging. Not sure what the purpose of this whole thing was, he started spinning around in the rain slowly. He spread his arms out and looked up into the sky. Then he started spinning faster. It felt like the whole world was spinning, but it was fun. Raindrops fell onto his face from random directions, and Aurora and his Eevee were just blurs of colors. He laughed and stopped spinning, staring at the ground while breathing heavily. His Eevee just stared at him. He turned to look at Aurora and smiled softly. She was so full of life. He loved her. Jack quickly turned away as Aurora stopped twirling.

"Why did you stop?" Aurora asked. "Come on!" She started spinning again. So did Jack, but closer to Aurora this time. The two collapsed to the ground and laughed, dizzy. After they were done laughing, they continued to just lay there in the lush grass, staring at the cloudy sky. Jack's Eevee happily trotted over and laid down next to him. Up in the distance, strange-looking wispy clouds floated.

"You see those clouds up there? My father told me about them once. He said when you see those, you know rain is evaporating before it even hits the ground over there. He said it's almost like the rain is falling up." Jack whispered. Aurora stared at the clouds for a moment.

"That's a very interesting thought." Aurora whispered back. They weren't sure why they were whispering. "The rain falling up... hm..."

The tears that are cried at the loss of a loved one are sadder then any other. But tears of sadness turn into tears of anger, tears of rage. And as the rain fell up in the distance, a sad, but now angry past came back, even if no one saw it. As Aurora sat up and screamed, then fell back down, Jack knew that something was there. Eyes closed, Aurora did not breathe. Jack stared at her, speechless. He rested his head on her shoulder. Instead of rain, tears of sadness were dripping down his face. He buried his face into her hair. Jack's Eevee walked over and stared. A single drop of red water was dripping down Aurora's cheek. And, as Jack thought of what might have happened when his father found a legendary pokemon, he couldn't help to whisper "Why?". For why didn't the innocent get as much as a chance? And why did it have to be when the rain fell up?

For even a Lugia's tear of anger can kill.

About thirty years later...

A girl stood on top of a grassy hill, looking out into the distance at the old house she lived in. In her arms she held her Chikorita. The girl turned to look from the house to the grey sky. Small raindrops started falling.

"It's starting to rain, Chikorita. We better go in before mother and father get worried." The girl paused for a moment. "Especially father." Her Chikorita nodded in agreement. The girl ran up and down the hills, towards the house.

When she came in, she took her jacket off and sat down at the kitchen table, tossing her wavy brown hair to the side. Her Chikorita jumped up into her lap.

"It's a good thing you came inside, Rachel." The girl's mother said, walking into the kitchen. "You could've caught cold if you stayed in the rain too long. I'm not sure about your Chikorita, though." Rachel rolled her eyes. She expected her Chikorita to do the same, but it just stared out the window.

"I know. That's why I came in. Besides, it only just started raining." Rachel said, weaving her fingers through her hair. "Oh yea. Before I went outside I found a picture of grandfather in the basement." Rachel took out a dusty picture of an old man with almost the same brown hair. A frame of white roses decorated the picture. Rachel's mom's eyes widened at the sight of it. She snatched the picture out of Rachel's hands.

"Where in the basement did you find this?! Well, never mind... just make sure your father doesn't see it!" Rachel's mother snapped.

"Why don't you want father to see any pictures of his father?" Rachel asked, staring up at her mother. Her mother sighed.

"Your father greatly dislikes your grandfather." Rachel's mother answered. "Don't ask me why. I have no idea. He can't stand the sight of him. Besides, he's already angry about the death of Aurora."

"Aurora?"

Rachel and her mother's conversation was interrupted by the sound of Rachel's father and his Jolteon walking into the kitchen. Rachel's mother quickly put the picture of her grandfather into her pocket.

"Ah. I see you came inside from the rain. That's good." Rachel's father said, staring at Rachel and then at her Chikorita. He then stared out the window. "Especially when the rain falls up."

"'When the rain falls up'?" Rachel blinked up at her father. Her Chikorita jumped off her lap.

"Sometimes rain evaporates before it even hits the ground. I like to think of that as the rain falling up." Her father explained. 'Actually, my father liked to think of that as the rain falling up. Not that I'm going to mention him.' He thought.

"What's wrong with that?" Rachel asked.

"It's dangerous. That's all I'm going to tell you." Rachel's father answered simply. "This is also why I choose to evolve my Eevee into a Jolteon. Water is no match against electricity." Rachel's mother shook her head and gave Rachel a look that said 'Just ignore your father'. Rachel looked around the kitchen.

"Hey... were did Chikorita go?" Rachel asked. Her mother and father shrugged. Rachel got up from the table and ran down the hall. "Chikorita, where are you?" Rachel called. She stopped. Up ahead was her Chikorita, crawling through the flap on the front door. Rachel sighed and opened the door.

"No Rachel, don't go outside!!" Rachel's father shouted. But Rachel ignored him. She followed her Chikorita to a near-by hill. Tears were streaming down the Chikorita's face.

"What's wrong, Chikorita?" Rachel asked softly. Her Chikorita turned to look at her and gave her a look that said "Why?". Then the Chikorita continued running. "Wait Chikorita, wait!!" Rachel shouted. But her Chikorita ignored her. Rachel, breathing heavily, followed Chikorita closer and closer to where the rain was falling up. Soon she was surrounded by a grey mist. 'That's weird. I thought the rain was supposed to evaporate before it even hit the ground.' Rachel thought. She spun around, looking for Chikorita. Looking for anything, actually. Rachel collapsed to the ground. A tear rolled down her cheek. She was lost. That's when she saw something green in the distance. "Chikorita!" Rachel cried happily. She ran over to the spot, only to come to a sudden halt. Her Chikorita was nuzzling a huge pokemon. A huge bird. A Lugia?!

Rachel stepped closer to the Lugia. Tears were rolling down the Lugia's cheeks. 'It's all his fault!' a voice sounded from somewhere. Rachel jumped up, startled. Where had that voice come from? The Lugia? The Lugia turned to look at Rachel. Anger was burning like a raging fire in its eyes.

"I... I mean no harm." Rachel said, her voice shaky. The Lugia continued to stare at her with its eyes full of anger. Rachel's Chikorita stared up at the Lugia. The Lugia's eyes softened... but only a little bit. It turned to look in a different direction. Rachel slowly walked up to the Lugia and rested her hand on it. "You're sad, aren't you?" Rachel whispered softly. The Lugia turned to look at her again, this time with an angrier look. "I see you have no baby." This time the Lugia cried out in rage. Rachel jumped a little, but continued to rest her hand on the Lugia. "You're angry too." Rachel continued. "Somebody killed your baby, right? You're sad that your baby got killed. You're angry that the person that killed it would do such a thing. But that's over now. You don't have to go through it again." The Lugia continued to stare at Rachel, but not so angry this time. "It's not your fault that the baby got killed. It's the person who killed its fault. So please, just calm down."

The Lugia looked at Rachel with its sad, sad eyes. A tear dripped down from the Lugia's face onto Rachel's cheek. Rachel carefully rested her head on the Lugia and stroked it with her hand. The Lugia's big eyes slowly closed. So did Rachel's. Next thing she knew, she was laying in the lush grass, staring up into the sky, her Chikorita sleeping peacefully on top of her. Was it all just a dream? Nobody knew. Nobody knew anything. Of course they didn't. But as Rachel watched the rain falling up in the distance start to fall down, she touched her cheek lightly. A single stain from a tear of sadness was still there.

But it wasn't hers. Of course it wasn't.

So, if you ever see the rain falling up, just think back to the past. The past in which a loved one was killed and tears of sadness were cried. Tears of sadness that turned into tears of anger and rage. Tears of anger and rage that killed another loved one. Tears that will only be stopped from the comfort of someone of pure innocence.

Tears you can only see... when the rain falls up.