When it was about to rain Part 2

Another small part to my newest story. Enjoy!

I came home late again. Not because I was working. Not because I was at school. Not because I was visiting a sick person or passing out water bottles to the homeless on the street. It was because I was indulging in what my mom considered the most selfish act to ever be conducted.

I was taking a walk.

My mom accused me of running away. Each time I returned with a complacent look on my face, she insisted that’s exactly what I was doing. I would just smile, shake my head, and step lightly to my room, as if I had just experienced the most satisfying thing in the world. In a way, it was satisfying. Knowing that I was always right and she was always wrong, it was enough to go to bed without the necessity of coming out again until morning. And all the while, the rain would come, in one way or another. It would come, and it would make my day better.

By the way, my name is Lorraine. I prefer Laney. Actually, I prefer Luna.

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?

A Poem A Day #334

I was in the Fire

You couldn’t find me today,
And yet I was all around.
I was in the air, the light, the rain,
And I was in the ground.
You looked in the wrong places;
I wasn’t even hiding.
I was in the open all along.
In the now I am presiding.
I was hoping you would notice;
I was hoping to inspire.
If you had just looked a little closer,
You would see I was in the fire.

By Catherine Joy