I turn my face to the sky,
Eyes closed, barely breathing;
The sun is hidden by dark clouds.
I smell the copppery essence and
it lets me know it's almost here.
A brisk wind brushes past,
caressing my cheeks, tugging my hair.
I open my eyes just as the first drop
lands.
Cool and wet upon my chin.
Author notes
6-Walking in the Rain
A contest entry
- A Contest by luna-midnight.
700 points, ended October 19, 2008, 24 entries
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Comments
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Exhilerating
those that love water/rain
easily find solace and joy in
this refreshing write. good job
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i like this, hehe, i love when the rain falls on your chin,
nicely descriptive, thanks for entering and good luck
Stephanie ♥ -
I agree..
with the comment below, the imagery is very good! it felt like the 'drizzle' had landed on me as well.
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Very good imagery!!!
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