Unfinished

She sat pondering, oceans of dry, dead grass surrounded her. Staring blankly at her skin back notebook laying upon her cross legs. She realized wearing her faded floral sun dress was a mistake as miserable black storm clouds set in, she remained still in deep in thought, the rain didn’t bother her she thought it as relaxing, as letting go, as if the clouds had let out all of their frustration. She pushed back her ebony glasses that were slightly too large for her face, she felt envious of the clouds she wished she could let out frustrations like the clouds did but she just couldn’t, a part of her didn’t want to. Finally, the clouds let go, she lay stretching out her pale legs to feel the petals of water fall upon them placing her notebook under her to protect it from the petals. She was deserted, all was silent except for the soft patter of each droplet and her breathing each breath deeper than the last. The sweet smell of fresh rain and freshly cut grass was becoming weaker each time she breath through her nose.  Her eyes welled she was letting go, letting go of her frustration, of her emotions, her tears trailed down her face she could taste them as they fell up upon her bluish, dry lips.