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A Walk in the Rain

A Walk in the Rain  The gray consumed the cheer of daylight like a spreading fire engulfing its surroundings, a presence as looming as the fear  of asking a crush on a date.   I walked outside anyway, daring the sky to rain its demons down and envelop my body with discomfort, wet and cold and scared of the thunder.  Exhilarated I kept pace, seething with confidence, willing to take the chance  the storm could explode before I got home.

I’m more scared of being trapped inside all day than getting a little wet in the rain. Take the chance, always.

–Leanne Rebecca