A Walk in The Rain

The air is thick and muggy. Fresh and clean with the impending rain. The rustle of wind bears warning of the storm clouds moving in. The mini gust and slight breeze carry the sweet perfumes of the lilac bushes lining the street corner. My lips spread into a grin far too big for my face as I remember my dads words from the car ride this morning. He had claimed that our flowers were the brightest, darkest, and prettiest and that they bore a scent stronger that incense. These gorgeous purple blooms before my watery eyes challenge those by my bedroom window but still none can truly compare. Suddenly there's a coolness falling upon my bare skin. The pavement is spattered with darkness as is the sky. Vision becomes blurred as small droplets fall unto my glasses and eyelashes alike. I've always complained of walking home in the rain, but today it was different. I did not care for my books or my phone or my hair. I relished the freedom that one feels in the rain. The splashing of the puddles. The clothes sticking to your back. The feeling of being alone and being okay with that.

Author's Note

Am I rambling? I feel like I am. Sorry if there are any spelling or grammar issues, I was typing on the run.