The sun was just a bit too high for my liking. I'd always hated the way everything was so fresh and bright in the summer. I have my father to thank for that. I sighed heavily, letting it play with the pollen grains around me. I fixated as the twirled and waltzed with each other; not one of them out of time with the soft music in my ears. Once more I marvelled at the fact that I had poets and literates would dream of but I couldn't get inspiration from it! Every time that my powers were highlighted ... it made me, sort of, sad.
I laid my book down and turned off my iPod. Letting my eyes slide shut; I imagined that I was far away in a forest in New Zealand somewhere on a mountain. I imagined a small drop of moisture landing on my bare hand and when I looked, noticed that it was rain. More began to fall toward me and I grinned to myself in ecstasy. There was a nudging feeling which was really starting to grind my nerves so I opened my eyes again.