She just couldn't take it anymore. Sitting there, peering out her window just wasn't doing the trick. She had made up her mind. It didn't matter that it was still down pouring - she had waited so long for this and now she needed to take advantage of it.
Without a second thought, she raced out of her room, down the stairs and right out the front door.
The first thing she noticed wasn't the chill of the rain, but the feeling of being wet. Being covered in rain is a completely different feeling than any other liquid - it's fresh, clean, pure. Sure, it took her breath away, but it lifted her spirit. A smile spread across her face.
She knew what she had to do.
Scanning around her driveway, she saw what she was searching for. running forward, she propelled herself into the air, slamming down into the puddle. The water exploded all over her body, soaking her denim, clinging her shirt to her chilled skin, throwing droplets high enough to become entangled in her hair.
It had been so long.
I used to love dancing in puddles!!! Keep the story line going.
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