Creative Writing #1 (Rain) - incomplete

prompt: In a world where water is used as a global currency it rains again for the first time in thousands of years.

the woman felt it first, a foreign drop of water on her cheek, then another, and another, until the droplets dropped faster and faster still. the feeling of cool water upon her skin made her gasp. tears threatened to fall, and her lips, oh, how they quivered. she looked up, saw the beauty of rain for the very first time. she was drenched now, from head to toe, her clothes clung to her, but she had no care. this was it, it was unheard of, to actually see it, feel it, experience rain for the very first time. she crumpled to the ground and looked up at the sky, laid on the mud with her eyes wide open, staring, just staring. she was a dreamer, but this, this was something even she didn’t think, dream, would ever occur. she first heard about “rain” when she was in her history class. she had been doodling on her notebook instead of taking notes, eyes glazed over, figure slumped against her chair. she had only been half listening until her teacher, an old grouch, started talking about rain, actual water falling from the sky. her interest had peaked when she heard the words “water” and “falling” and “sky” in the same sentence. money falling from the sky? that’s even more crazy than money growing on trees! arms raised all over the classroom, she remembers it like it was yesterday, how everyones minds had been sparked by the topic of rain and how her own had been buzzing in wonderment. a flurry of questions were asked.

“so what happened? why did it suddenly stop raining?”

“was it global warming? i heard from my parents that thousands of years ago people didn’t have to wear masks, or not all of them anyways, to breathe”

“was it some crazy scientist? government plan gone wrong?”

the teacher had been stunned by the sudden interest. who knew the topic of rain, out of all things, would be the one to bring his students out of their stupor? encouraged by their fascination with the subject, the teacher had gone on a long winded tangent about the history and the biology of rain. the way he talked about it seemed like a fluke at the time. the woman had her mind made up; believe when proof is given, but until then, it will only be make belief.

now, as the woman lay still, the feeling of rain on her skin, she laughed.

she laughed out of disbelief; eyes clenched tight, body shivering from a combination of cold and awe, she laughed until her voice turned raw.

if a passerby saw her then and there, drenched with water and mud, they would have probably stopped, marveling at the sight. there was just something so beautiful about the sight. woman and nature at one with one another.

maybe it was the fact that her mouth was quirked up a sliver.

how her body was slack against the muddied ground.

or maybe it was her eyes, squeezed so tightly that years worth of smiles, frowns, and anger showed.

how her eyes and her nose crinkled with delight.

if a passerby saw her on the ground, he would have stared. marveled at her beauty, but even the passerby wouldn’t have seen the tears running down her face. the tears streamed down her cheeks like a waterfall, rushing down as fast as a current. one won’t be able to tell the tears from the rain.

however, she was not crying out of despair, no. far from it. she was crying out of awe, wonderstruck from the imagery she was experiencing. there was just something so majestic and eerily beautiful about the pounding of the rain, the mud and the water and the cold.

a shiver that ran through the woman’s core reminded her of the time. to her, it had felt eternity. just basking in the feeling of rain, momentarily forgetting her current predicament. it had felt good, too good. she had to face reality now, stop day dreaming away. time is precious, but also a scarcity she couldn’t waste.

the woman slowly got up, her arms dragging on the floor, body moving on autopilot. she needed to go home before it got dark or else her mother was going to skin her alive.             

         

(totally incomplete, continuing later, i’m planning for this to be at least 800-1,000 words ; yes i will edit and capitalize things later, i just got lazy)