Cool air moved about the room as a quiet whirring from a fan on the ceiling could be distinguished from the storm outside. I opened the door to the front porch and stepped out over the threshold and onto the wooden pavilion.
The nostalgic smell of musty, humid air clung to my throat as I breathed it in deeply. I looked around the wet, muddy yard and took another long, deep breath. I released it as a sigh. The scent of the rain reminded me of another time, in another place. I had met someone I would never forget. The memory of her still remained with me in my conscience. Although she had barely talked to me, and I had hardly spoken to her, I wish I hadn’t had to leave. That day, it had rained. The sun was out, but still it had rained. Much as it did now. I took another breath, released another sigh. Had another memory.
The nostalgic smell of musty, humid air clung to my throat as I breathed it in deeply. I looked around the wet, muddy yard and took another long, deep breath. I released it as a sigh. The scent of the rain reminded me of another time, in another place. I had met someone I would never forget. The memory of her still remained with me in my conscience. Although she had barely talked to me, and I had hardly spoken to her, I wish I hadn’t had to leave. That day, it had rained. The sun was out, but still it had rained. Much as it did now. I took another breath, released another sigh. Had another memory.
-Max
Amateur Writer/Novelist
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