The
rain was misty, the rooftop was a clean white, puddles of raindrops covered the
ground which I stood on.
The
most amazing magical feeling becomes embedded into your heart.
A
feeling of wholeness.
I
stumbled towards the edge, the surroundings of the top of the building.
I
stared downward at the cemented ground.
I
slipped my molly Mormon purple white flowered shoes off, stepped on the wet
blocked wall.
I
glimpsed above me the sun was shining as the raindrops trickled down my face, I
smiled.
Turned
and faced the door and fell back into the air and clouds.
If
I could be anything I would be the rain.
I
laid down on the wet grass, as the hail beat upon my dampened rained on
clothes.
The
raindrops on my face became tears trickling down my face and for the first time
I felt I should cry and it would be okay.
Cold
and wet my body laid in confusion and sadness.
Rain
came down in bullets/pellets.
I
felt clean and new.
My
skin became frozen cold.
Time
ran out to many times before.
S.M. Bjarnson
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