Short Stories

In Search of Home

Written by: Anonymous

     I can here the pitter patter of the rain and the pounding of my feet as I tear through it, covering my head with my arms to stop it from hitting me. I stop myself under a thick branched tree and watch the rain hit against the pavement, then roll off into the street where it is swallowed my the gaping mouth of the drain. Why am I running from the rain when it should be cherished. I think to myself. It doesn't rain everywhere, ya know?
     I pick up a leaf from the sidewalk, feeling its soggy surface. I let it escape my fingers and fly away in the wind. I step onto the unsheltered area of the sidewalk and tilt my head back, opening my mouth and relish the strange but familiar taste. All of a sudden I feel a surge of relief. I that knew someone was looking for me. Someone I would want to find, and someone I wouldn't. From now on I will be determined to find that person I want before they find me. I turn toward a dark alley and run into the darkness in search of home.