Sunday, September 25, 2016

The Balcony


She saw the rain pour right in front of her face, but she was completely dry. She reached her hand out to feel the soothing rain on her hands. She looked down and saw the ground forty feet away. The old wooden rail separating her from the rain swayed slightly with the wind. Back and forth it went, creaking each time it came back towards her. The creaking sound never seemed to leave her head, even when she couldn't hear it. She was drawn to the familiarity of it. 

A chill rushed down her spine as she saw lightning in the distance and she shivered. She wanted so badly to be uncovered, to experience the pouring rain in a new way. For more than her hands to feel the rain. She slowly leaned forward over the railing to that she could feel the rain in her hair. Suddenly, the creaking sound turned into a crack.

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