She recognizes that smell of the wet earth just after it rains. The aroma that can be smelt through open windows or by the whiff that hits you when you walk outside the door, the ground still wet, water still dripping from the leaves of flowers and trees.
Drip…Drop. Drip…Drop.
That remained Nora’s favourite thing in the world. She stepped outside just after the rain had ceased and just consumed the smell of something so natural that it cannot be stopped by any living human or machine whatsoever. She loved to splash in the puddles with her pink gum boots that she had since her feet had stopped growing, at the age of sixteen. Her arms spread wide, while she spins on the wet grass with her head towards the sky. Thanking it for its beautiful blessing. …show more content…
Then the rain would begin to fall again and she would rush to cover, not wanting to be wet to her core. Everyone thought it was weird that Nora hated the rain, but loved just after it. Truly thinking about it, everyone thought that Nora was weird, full …show more content…
And nothing can be more beautiful than being true to yourself and not changing because people didn’t like who you are. Similar to how people hate that it rains, but that cannot be changed, thus why should you.
You would think that after years upon years that life improves, that we learn everything that there is to know, but that is the biggest lie that is ever told.
Each day from sunrise to sunset, from sunset to sunrise we learn something new. Nora lived by this and woke up each day with open eyes and an open heart ready to gather all the information that her brain can handle, then she closed her eyes and when she opened them again she was ready for more.
Nora wonder why people didn’t like it just after it rained, maybe it was since that the road is more slippery just after the rain has stop and accidents can happen. But horror’s like this, happen all the time and it doesn’t just happen on the road, travesties occur all the time and like rain, it cannot be stopped from happening.
Crash, Bam,
Drip…Drop. Drip…Drop.
That remained Nora’s favourite thing in the world. She stepped outside just after the rain had ceased and just consumed the smell of something so natural that it cannot be stopped by any living human or machine whatsoever. She loved to splash in the puddles with her pink gum boots that she had since her feet had stopped growing, at the age of sixteen. Her arms spread wide, while she spins on the wet grass with her head towards the sky. Thanking it for its beautiful blessing. …show more content…
Then the rain would begin to fall again and she would rush to cover, not wanting to be wet to her core. Everyone thought it was weird that Nora hated the rain, but loved just after it. Truly thinking about it, everyone thought that Nora was weird, full …show more content…
And nothing can be more beautiful than being true to yourself and not changing because people didn’t like who you are. Similar to how people hate that it rains, but that cannot be changed, thus why should you.
You would think that after years upon years that life improves, that we learn everything that there is to know, but that is the biggest lie that is ever told.
Each day from sunrise to sunset, from sunset to sunrise we learn something new. Nora lived by this and woke up each day with open eyes and an open heart ready to gather all the information that her brain can handle, then she closed her eyes and when she opened them again she was ready for more.
Nora wonder why people didn’t like it just after it rained, maybe it was since that the road is more slippery just after the rain has stop and accidents can happen. But horror’s like this, happen all the time and it doesn’t just happen on the road, travesties occur all the time and like rain, it cannot be stopped from happening.
Crash, Bam,