1. Something Special
The rain pelts down in sheets consistent with the wind that blows in waves of strong forceful hatred. ... It blows with the wind letting itself be taken by its continuous movement. ... Leaves move, bend with the wind and rain. ... It keeps the memories of days gone by and happy moments past on top of it. ... Slowly she leaves the window, first stepping away, then turning her head and leaving the fingertips of hand to linger on the lead window pane that little bit longer, and then she's gone, like a wisp of wind. ...
- Word Count: 845
- Approx Pages: 3
- Grade Level: High School