I see the rain so innocent yet dangerous fall to the ground covering it in puddles soon to cover highways. Translucent and fragile. Lighting shooting across the sky lighting it up for a split second. The clouds gray and gloomy pouring rain like a girl with a broken heart. The lights flashing on and off until they finally give out and leave its host in the dark. The sound thumping windows crashing to the ground so small but so many. Like a raging war of tiny pixies. The sound of thunder makes the ground shake and the rain roar. The sound of windshield wipers sliding across the windshield and cars racing through the water making splashes as they go. A child’s cry when the thunder strike. For the fear in their hearts makes the child shed tears.
The lukewarm drops fall onto my skin somehow it is light as a feather but when the thunder roars the rain stings like the feeling of a small electrical shock. The feeling of hope and fear. Fear that the rain could never stop that eventually we will go back to the beginning…only water. Yet hope that plants will flourish and animals will no longer die of thirst. The fear that maybe this is mother nature’s punishment for us. The bitter salty taste of the rain like tears. The smell of wet grass and nature making me fall deep into the thought of my childhood. So dangerous yet so beautiful.
Ridgeview Middle School/ Round Rock Opportunity Center.
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