Stories, Writing

Rain

He watched Amara in wonder as she walked out into the shower. She didn’t bow her head to the rain like most people. Instead, she lifted her face to the sky and let the water kiss her eyelids. She stood still for a moment then, with eyes closed, proceeded to remove all her training gear. Items dropped to the ground until she was down to her shirt, pants, and shoes. She basked in the refreshing rain splattering over her. Rain always made her happy. It restored her, made her whole. She totally forgot anyone was with her. Her hair became drenched and stuck to her. Her clothes began clinging to her body. She was absolutely captivating.

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