Rain streams down her face, making its way down her collar. Drenching her clothes, thoroughly soaking her body. It cascades down her long dark hair, plastering it to her head. It slides down her legs, rapidly filling her rain boots. She shivers as the rain keeps coming. She has an umbrella but she knows she won't open it. She enjoys the rain. It feels good, in a cathartic/calming sort of way/in a wild but calming way. She stands there for a while in the downpour, just her and the rain. Alone but not lonely. She likes things that way.
Waking up, glaring alarm stir awake sunlight streaming through window
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Through My Mind:-and other short stories-
FantasíaA compilation of short stories. Each Chapter is a new story, completely unrelated to the other short stories in this book. Through my mind takes you through an adventure of a creative mind that refuses to conform to society's ideals and standards. W...
