Most stories start off with some witty line to catch your attention. I can't think of any witty lines right now, if things were worse I'd say I cant think at all.
Here I am sitting on the stairs of my home, looking at the rain outside with a smile on my face and a sparkle in my eye. I loved the rain, to be frank, I was in love with the rain, but not in the sexual way of course because, I mean, yea...its not gonna work. What I loved about her was the way she engulfed everything, how the leaves would all dance at her touch like the keys on a piano. I loved how she held you in a bone-chilling, nerve-wracking embrace that makes you want to run for shelter when she drenches you. I love how she made her presence known, she was a million tears washing away mine and I loved her for it. How? Well if you understood the rain you'd see. If you accepted the fact that as rain, she is how she is. Cold, wet and loud, it's all in her nature, its what makes her.....rain, without these traits she'd be someone else and I didn't want someone else. It's only when you accept these things can the magic happen. That same bone-chilling embrace becomes heartwarming, it's as if you're entangled in a romantic hug whilst hundreds of reassuring pats rain down on you, and you hear her whisper "It's ok.....It's ok".
I wasn't happy or anything, but I wasn't sad either.....not really. My face just failed to illustrate my current state of mind, but I'm glad for it because if it did reflect my mental state I'd most likely look like a petrified stroke victim. You probably don't understand what's going on so let me enlighten you. My name is Ledcom, Hacim Ledcom, and yes that was a James Bond reference. I'm 17 years of age and I like chocolate, dark preferably. I recently realized that I'm a mentalist and aside from that, simple everyday events and objects trigger major or minor flashbacks...like rain. Enough? No? Well then let's take a stroll down memory lane, back a year or two or six to when I was 11. To the genesis of my life, the genesis of my story. I didn't like dark chocolate very much then.
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Sunshine and Rain
Non-FictionWhy make up stories when life itself is so....interesting. Relive these events with me as I record my own personal experiences growing up. You never know what you might find, sometimes all we need is a bit of perspective.
