Walking In The Rain
On an August morning, I woke up at seven. I was awakened by a mysterious tapping noise. It can't be, I thought. But I still checked and, there it was, rain. It was supposed be one of those disgusting, humid, hot days, but it was raining instead and I was happy. It was so beautiful, like diamonds falling from the heavens. With no hesitation, I went outside in only my PJs. It felt good, its cool wetness on my hot face and its clean innocent touch. It felt like taking a bath after not having one in days, or like having all your sins and worries washed away. Maybe I should take a walk, I said to myself. So I went into my house to put on my rain boots and rain jacket and went back outside. The sun was almost up, and the rain had turned to rubies. I walked around my block and towards the lake. The lake glistened with red and yellow waves shimmering across the deep blue surface. As the sun came up over the lake, its rosy light tinted the clouds red, orange, yellow, and purple, the colors mixing into each other like paint. I was looking at a painting made by the Master.
The End.
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