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Playing in the Rain

by Barb Hensongispsaca

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What they don't know is not going to hurt them. It's not like I have never gone behind their backs and gone against the rules. What are they going to do? Ground me? I'm already grounded in every way possible.

Now, don't get me wrong, I am not a bad girl. I just love to do certain things that are forbidden by the 'family'. I know what I am doing, I don't have a death wish. Well, sometimes maybe ... it may seem so.

I am one who loves to play in the rain and if the thunder and lightning are also present, I feel it is just the background noise to my Rainy Day Dance, as I call it. I love the little pitty-patter of rain drops on my head. When I close my eyes and just stand with arms outstretched, it feels so relaxing. Kind of mesmerizing at times, to just let go of all the cares of the world, the yelling around me, the rules and regulations that make no sense to me, and the bullying, which is the worst.

It was after midnight, and the whole house was locked down for the night. We were told there was to be a huge rainstorm and I wanted to play outside. If I got caught, well, I just couldn't ... but, it would be worth it. The rain has been scarce this summer and this was to be a real cloud burster, as my Grandfather used to say.

I heard it coming. Grandfather taught me how to read the signs and be able to tell how far the storm was away from me by the seconds counted between the flash and the thunder. Grandfather was so smart and he was the one that taught me how to be safe in a storm and still enjoy the rain. The secret is to be hidden when the time between the lightning and the thunder is a few seconds. That is the dangerous time because the storm is right over me.

I heard the rain starting, a tinny sound on the porch roof, a symphony in beginning stages of composition. That is what Grandmother used to say. It was time for me to go outside. Even when the doors are locked, I know how to release the bolts to escape this place of worry and pain, sometimes just to take a deep breath.

This was one of those times, and I truly looked forward to just escaping into my own wet world for a little while. Sometimes it is the sneaking out that is the real thrill of escape. Releasing the bolts without being heard is like opening the door to a candy store. Going outside in the dark of night, feeling the first drops of rain on my hair, soaking into my head and running down my neck is thrilling.

This night was like all the others, thunder in the background, lightning showing me the leftover dog pitfalls and spotlighting my Rainy Day Dance, and a place to hide when the lightning and thunder meet. Perfectly organized. I know I am locked out until morning, but then I can sneak back into my room, dry off, and go for breakfast without them knowing I was in my safe place for a little while.

The rain feels exhilarating, the dance begins and I fell the pressure of the downpour cleansing my soul. I feel free. I have waited so long for this refreshing rain as it seems to wash me clean using nature's purification. Except for the time I have to take shelter, I am playing in the rain, running through puddles and splashing in the grass. The smell of the nursing home is gone and this seventy year old gets to play in the rain.

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Write a story about a character who is stuck outside in the middle of a huge thunderstorm.

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