When it was about to rain Part 1

It’s been a while. I’m intending to get back into writing. As such, every Thursday I will post a piece of writing. Here is a little piece of something so far…enjoy 🙂

There it was again. That ache in the spot above my left hip. I sighed deeply. I was watching my life slip away before me. It wasn’t so much that it was falling apart; rather, it was being pricked, like a sewing pillow. And you can only prick a sewing pillow so much before it begins to look like it shouldn’t.

It was raining that day. No, actually, it was about to rain. Yes. I always remembered when it was about to rain. It was something in the change of atmosphere, the way the wind blistered with the very faintest of chills, so very faint that you felt as though you were being washed over with a bath of rose petals. And the way the sky glimmered with this kind of hope that only the earth could understand, because humans were not simple enough to understand it. And I would always remember how the spot above my left hip ached, as if there was a very small baby inside, trying to push its way out the wrong way. It was always a strange moment, when the world stopped turning, and everything was quiet. Somehow, everything always knew when it was about to rain.

What do you think so far?

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