String

Sitting on the string, she was waiting.

Waiting for the rain to come.

That was her favorite moment, when the sky got covered little by little, when the clouds accumulated until it all exploded and the raindrops slid from her face onto the floor.

Feeling the light tickling left by the drops made her smile every single time.

The sunlight decreased slowly until the clouds covered completely the sky. She knew the moment she has been waiting for had arrived.

She closed her eyes, awaiting the first raindrop.

And as she knew it would happen, she smiled when the rain started to wander on her face.

For a while, she stood still, simply enjoying that precious moment.

Because in that instant, she felt alive. She felt happy.