The sky had become a raging behemoth of fury. Slate gray clouds seemed to stretch into eternity, illuminated only blazing streaks of serpentine like lightning. Thunder trumpeted the air with more voice than any manmade god while torrents of rain fell upon the eager earth.1
A young woman walked beneath a forest canopy swaying within the glory of a raging storm. The rain saturated her pale skin and her clothes clung to her ample curves. The mixed scent of wet earth and her shampoo had her senses alive with joy. The foliage around her was a brilliant emerald green against the rich browns of the trees. 2
She emerged from the trees and entered her home. Upon seeing herself in her mirror, her breath caught.3
A reflection of pure radiance stood before her. Beads of water trickled over her skin and her chocolate colored eyes glittered with excitement. Her waist length hair hung in tight ringlets around face and shone golden in the dim room. Soft kissable lips had become ruby red in contrast to her creamy white flesh.4
Wet clothes clung to an hourglass figure that was a rare gift for the girls of her time. 5
Pride and self love swelled through her as she saw something that most mankind would over look. 6
What she saw was a beauty of an imperfect human brought to surface by the immortal hand of nature’s fury.
Author notes
This is the story of when I took a walk in a storm.
A contest entry
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Comments
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Really beautiful; it flows nicely.
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Wow, this is from experience?!
It's beautiful, You make me so jealous of this girl
The detail was fantastic. Not too much, not too little, but just enough that I can picture her in my mind, but still let her be a complete mystery. I know it may not make sense, I'm trying not to confuse you
The sky had become a raging behemoth of fury. Slate gray clouds seemed to stretch into eternity, illuminated only blazing streaks of serpentine like lightning. Thunder trumpeted the air with more voice than any manmade god while torrents of rain fell upon the eager earth.1: This was my favorite part, I could almost feel the rain drops above me, and sounds of twigs cracking beneath my shoes. Very well done!
Thank you so much for entering and good luck in my contest,
~LoneWriter
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This is a beautiful piece- thanks.
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Very nice.
Imagery, and nothing but. Interesting.
Simple, but not bland; short, but not lacking.
I love to walk in the rain.
Good job, and thanks for entering.
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