Aqueus Drop

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Raindrops patter onto the ground. Freedom settles in the air. I step out of the door and breathe the tiny particles of water into my lungs. It is fresh, and it fills me with misty wonder.

Above me the dark clouds swirl, reminding me to hurry forward. As I sling my backpack over my shoulder, I begin to walk away from the abandoned building. The building I once held great dreams in. The building where friends and family used to gather.

Now the building had met its end. The door leaned sideways, barely held up by its rusting hinges. The red paint that had once gleamed upon it was now faint and peeling.

Shrubs grew up the rotten paneling. The pristine white house was now a faded grey. The sparkling windows had been dulled and broken. I walked off the cracked cement step, which crackled underneath my feet.

As I walked away thunder rumbled and hot tears formed in my eyes. The wind swirled around me, caressing my face and whipping my hair behind me. My shoulders felt heavy, for I carried pounds upon pounds of priceless materials. Lightning flashed miles ahead. I shuddered and held the backpack strap tightly until my hand's circulation cut off.

Just keep going, I told myself. I have to leave the house. I have to move on to my next destination. To find them. To deliver the precious cargo.

Above me the heavens let lose. The clouds opened wide and down fell every raindrop onto the earth. My windswept hair became damp, and my face dripped with moisture. When the thunder rumbled, the vibrations went through my whole body. When the lightning flashed my eyes sparked with despair.

Until I come again the storm will rage on and the house behind me with disappear in the rain. Until I come again there is no place I can stay. Now my life remains caught up in the storm. Until I find you again.