by Kristin | Jun 14, 2018 | TBT Past Poetry
Rain April 2004 Rain. The taste, the smell, the feel & essence. That cold purity of Nature. The freshness that only comes after a storm, The feel of the drops on my skin Flowing down my back, Through my hair, Clinging to my eyelashes. Rain. Drizzle....
by Kristin | Mar 11, 2018 | Creative Writing, Micro Fiction
Drip. Drip. Drip. A puddle was beginning to form. The perimeter was rapidly growing. Drip. Jake looked up to see the water falling. A large drop fell on his nose, splashing his eyes. He blinked and sighed deeply. It wasn’t that he didn’t like rain; he just wished that...
