A delicate hand reached out to caress the gentle drops dripping from the smoky clouds. The rain against the blacktop had a soothing scent. It reminded the girl of the time she spent at her parents' cabin during the summer.
Taking a step out from the overhang, she stepped right into a puddle. It was cold against her bare feet but also exhilarating. The girl looked up towards the sky, raindrops splashing onto her cheeks like small paint splatters before gently rolling off her face. She closed her eyes, enjoying the soft pitter-patter of the falling rain against the ground.
Yes. This is what peace was.
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Pieces of Me
DiversosA collection of stories, one shots and poems written throughout my life.
