Dating : Roots on a Bird

The rain had it good. May tilted her head back and imagined what it must be like to be the rain, tumbling from the sky like a skydiver. The exhilarating rush as it cut through the air towards its destination. The drops tapped her nose, and her eyelids, and her eyebrows as she walked. She liked to look into the falling rain and feel like she was flying up into the clouds. As she walked, the drops pockmarked the sidewalk.

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“Can we sit on the ground? I’m not in the mood to sit in a chair.”