Literature
Summer Rain
Spinning, wetness, cool. I stood in the rain, letting my hair and clothes become weighted down with the substance. The grass beneath my feet became slick and cold. My eyes fluttered and closed. I turned my head up towards the sky, and felt my wet partner fall into my arms from above.
I grin as we start to twirl and dance on the muddy ground. We jump into the air, feeling the heavy air cushion us for only a few seconds. The rain starts to fall faster, but our dancing slows. A soft melody spills from the the leaves on the trees, and our dance slows to a waltz.
I turn slowly, my damp coattails swishing behind me, my watery eyes smile down. My