The Rain

She was sitting by the window….It was raining very hard outside. She likes the sound the rain makes as it hit’s the ground. She wonders how it would feel to go outside and stomp around in the rain with out any worries. She opens her window……. A rush of air comes in, it blows her hair back, and chills her skin. Its refreshing. She pushes the screen off the window and holds her hand out in the rain, its wet, its cold, it feels comforting. She moves her fingers around to feel the rain as it falls, she tries to hold on to the wet feeling, the cool feeling, she admires the rain. Its free, it falls many ways, side ways, down, and sometimes in huge drops. She puts a finger in her mouth, she wonders what the rain tastes like, It doesn’t taste like much. but she savors the tasteless rain in her mouth. She sighs……..she decides to go out into the rain, she knows she could get sick, but you only live once, and the rain, the rain is calling her name.