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    dots Submission Name: The Raindots
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    Author: jessie thomas
    ASL Info:    24/F/Alabama
    Elite Ratio:    4.13 - 299/338/79
    Words: 403
    Class/Type: Prose/Longing
    Total Views: 1498
    Average Vote:    3.5000
    Bytes: 2182



    Description:
       I wrote this when I was looking at the picture I had taken of the trees awhile ago when it rained. I wanted to do all of this, but I couldn't for I was working on my book report and I knew I'd never finish if I let myself play in the rain.


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    dotsThe Raindots
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    By now the rain was coming down so hard on the tin roof of the building that she could hardly hear herself think. It had been raining for about fifteen minuets now, and she couldn't stand it any longer. She took off her glasses and her shoes and set them in the computer chair. After pausing the melodic flow of sound that had been radiating from her CD player, she tied her hair back and opened the door. She was greeted by a gust of wind mixed with the cold, splintering rain that had been falling. Not being able, or really even wanting to, resist the urge any longer, she ran out of the door and into the rain. She stood there, in the middle of everything, with her arms open and waiting for the harsh embrace of the world around her. For a moment, as she stood there, time seemed to stop. All the problems of her social life, the stress of her classes... Life, it all seemed to just, melt away.
    While she took in everything, the swaying of the trees as their very integrity was being tested by the force of the wind, the way the falling rain made everything seem as if it were dancing; the sheer, natural beauty of it all. She began to spin.
    Anyone that may have wandered by at that point may have thought her to be mad; just spinning around, there, with her arms open, in the middle of the storm, smiling away.
    Eventually, though, the spinning got the best of her, as she finally tripped over herself and landed in the construction of a mud puddle.
    She looked around, at her mud puddle, and laughed. She kicked her legs and flailed her arms around wildly. She reached deep into the thick, cloudy water that surrounded her, to the squishy, brown mud that hid underneath. Then, she filled both of her hands with it and hurled it into the air. She stood up and watched the mud fall into place around her.
    Standing there, she looked at the trees, and unintentionally, fell into rhythm with them, She swayed back and forth, with her arms outstretched toward the sky, then she added a hop, a spin. A skip. There she was, in the middle of the storm, just dancing, fully in sync, with nature. She'd never felt so real. So alive.




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      While she took in everything, the swaying of the trees as their very integrity was being tested by the force of the wind, the way the falling rain made everything seem as if it were dancing; the sheer, natural beauty of it all. She began to spin

    Awesome...

    Standing there, she looked at the trees, and unintentionally, fell into rhythm with them, She swayed back and forth, with her arms outstretched toward the sky, then she added a hop, a spin. A skip. There she was, in the middle of the storm, just dancing, fully in sync, with nature. She'd never felt so real. So alive.

    Even more awesome...

    Why don't we ever actually go and do this in real life?

    It's cause you won't let us...you know it's all up to you.

    Next time there's rain...you must allow us to play in it...or I quit...lol

    I love the parts that describe the trees and your communion with them...further emphasizes our connection with nature.
    | Posted on 2007-10-25 00:00:00 | by Raivn | [ Reply to This ]
      I've danced in a storm before. It is fun, and thrilling. There's an element of danger, wildness, and abandon in doing so.
    Lovely story. ^_^

    ~Birdie~
    | Posted on 2006-04-27 00:00:00 | by MaeBirdie | [ Reply to This ]
      I guess writing this is healthier than doing it?! I like the details in your descriptions (although Im doing a music degree and the 15 minuets put me off just for a sec there ;)
    It's nice to read something that gives that sense of freedom you describe so well, tho' if anyone actually did this and was spotted they'd be carted off to the funny farm :)

    Good write
    Debs
    | Posted on 2006-04-27 00:00:00 | by cerberus74 | [ Reply to This ]


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