The wind howled. The rain poured down in heavy sheets pressing down on her body. Her mouth was sore and dry. Her chest was heaving and threatening to burst. She panted like a wild dog
Pant, pant, pant.
Her knees were shaking. Her naked feet were bruised and wet with the new spring rain. Her heart was racing and beating wildly, yet somehow still in rhythm with her thumping feet.
Thump, thump, thump.
She grinned. Her body was telling her to slow down, that this was too much. But her mind and heart said otherwise.
She loved the adrenaline rush of running in the rain. She was free. Away from those nasty children at school and their lies. Free. Away from her mother's new funny, yet odd, boyfriend.
Free, free, free...
Her roaring pace slowed as she neared the little white house. Well, she thought, hopefully it would rain again tomorrow. For, as long as she could run, it didn't matter what those horrid kids at school said. It didn't matter if Mom was engaged or not. Nothing mattered. Her spring runs were a sanctuary, and there was nothing, nothing, that anyone could do about it.


