Part 8

The dry stone walls keeping the forest at

bay are a welcome sight when the rain comes.

I came sprinting in from the field

when the thunder rolls and lightning cracked and

the rain smothered the hills. Threatening to soak

me through, but I ran. I ran so fast I

forgot myself. I ran so fast I put

the wind to shame.  I outran gravity

and the rain. They snapped at my ankles

but couldn’t trip me up, not today. And

when I passed the dry stone wall, and safely

through kitchen door. I stood there dripping

on the floor and telling tales of how

I had raced the weather and won.

 

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