Rain

• Elsie Stoeckl
• Short Story
• 2010

i had lived for years is hope of finding a real hobbie. in hope of finding somthing that i shared in common with all the others, so that i wont always be the outcast the one people stuck up there noses at as if trying to cover a stench that wasent there. But i gave up, i'd given up when i reached grade eleven. and to make amtters wore i was a virgin in the sence i hadnt been out with a single solitary man!So now here i am standing in the one place that makes me happay the hobbie i once tryed so hard to disband... the rain. Ahh just the feel of it as the droplet land on the tip of your nose and fall to your mouth which causes your lips to redden from the moisture, and the shiver the goes throuh the spine when one falls down your back. and then u stan there just stand there soaking it up. water now surrouning your feet the grass green a flower dropping from all the extra weight.