Rainy Afternoon


It's been pouring all day. I was so looking forward to the beach this summer. All my friends are posting pictures on social media. Inez's family is off to Hawaii, Darla's going camping with her parents, and even Jim is going to some lake with his grandparents. And here I am, stuck at home, staring at these four walls. Feeling like I'm missing out on everything. 


You tried to cheer me up. You suggested we go to that old, rusty swing set in Mr. Henderson's backyard. I almost scoffed. I thought it was ridiculous at first. But then, I looked at you, and there was this kindness in your eyes. How could I say no? 


And so, we ventured out. We packed a picnic, and we braved the downpour. As always, you have a way of making things special. We spent the afternoon there. The swing sang a creaky song with every push. Our hearts were light as feathers as we flew higher and higher. The world was shrinking beneath us. It felt as though we could brush the soft, cottony clouds with our fingertips. Sharing sandwiches and juice and just talking. We lay on the damp earth, and we laughed so hard. And beside me, you held my hand against the cold. Just the two of us under the pouring rain. It was utterly, breathtakingly perfect.


Now I'm starting to see things a little differently. Happiness isn't a destination. I have this simple moment: a rainy afternoon with the boy I love. Maybe this is all I need. It'll forever hold a special place in my heart.

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