..:pretty rain:..A Story by Prose-fullThe rain beautifully falls on her face..
travels about her eyebrows and friendly mingles with her long lashes; falls softly to join the puddle just beneath her feet. the rain rolls down her cheeks
and traces over her lips...
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she's a pretty young girl;
leads the way smoothly
as the subtle rain dances from the heavens.. she wipes her face of the rain with the back of her hand,
just before, deciding not to even bother with her umbrella; -she wants to feel the rain,
she wants to be one~with the pretty rain;....she tosses her umbrella aside, carelessly giggles at the people standing beside her, and the ones rushing to get inside the café crowned with news paper.. ..she waits until a few people pass,
and then steps from underneath the canopy... with a slight tug of the rubber band securing her hair;she frees it...
down it goes, flowing as golden ribbons just shy of the small of her back, she unbuttons her trench coat about three buttons down..
..out she steps & feels the wet soak in; into her hair,
and into her skin... all pleasing to she...it softens her mood..
she plops her heels off her feet,
wiggles her toes, and pats her feet in the puddle...and about comes a rhythm.. ...she becomes her own chorus...with the pretty rain...
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Pretty young girl...wild & free..
_____ she pats her feet in the puddle...about comes her rhythm
pretty young girl,
she becomes whole; she becomes one..
...with the pretty rain....and she smiles pretty
...just like pretty rain...
-shean davis a story, by way of poetry.. 5.27-edit 9.23.9
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4 Reviews Added on May 27, 2008 Last Updated on September 24, 2009 Previous Versions AuthorProse-fullHouston , TXAbouthey my creative brothers and sisters of the pen...it's been a long time and a lot has changed. I don't write as often, I've been busy with college essays...I still love the creative pen, though. I am.. more..Writing
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