Catching Concrete Raindrops

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is something that i thought that i'd write. It's something short and almost like it's a missing piece to a larger novel, but read it and leave opinions in the comment box. and yes i know my grammar might not be good, i tried my best, and keep in mind it's 2:30 in the morning and i'm very tired. Anyways, read on. PS, the antagonist is a woman.

Submitted: March 16, 2010

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It rained today, the cold air tickled my skin with it's harsh temperate. I sat myself in a chair conveniently and strategically placed next to the window over looking the street as I watched the drops of water hit the asphalt with a soft splatter, almost bouncing back up slightly reaching toward the clouds from whence they came. My gaze could not be taken away, my ponderous stare intent on watching every last drop hit the ground. These drops from all places of the world, every corner of the earth, suddenly evaporated one day and carried on to the next city, with nothing to show for the many experiences it has been through. Each drop holding a memory of past places and drops that it might have formed a puddle with at one time. Yet while these drops were the status quo to themselves, they were always something new to us people. Each drop washing away our own harsh recent happenings and dragging along its new stories to be told. The rain showered away and cleaned us of all the past transgression's in our live's, or at least i wish it were that easy. I wanted to go out with a microscope as if i would have looked close enough i might be able to see that drop's tale. How it had a drizzle in Moscow, and a downpour in Syndey, and had been a snow flake a few times in Salt Lake City. I snapped out of my imaginative thoughts as the cat walked past the window ledge dragging his tale across my nose making me want to sneeze, but when i said ah...ah...AH... it was not followed by it's inevitable \"choo\". I wiped my nose as my eyes started to water. A tear slowly ran down my cheek and fell off on to the ground with it's imitative splash. I looked down at the drop on the floor and smiled with a sense of irony filling me. \"That'll be my rain drop. I hope someone will listen, it's got a lot to share.\"


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