Today was a perfect day, even if it was a bit sad(the school ended and I don’t really like changes). I went walking after that with a friend…
While I was walking back to my house, it started raining. I wasn’t depressed so I cared the way I looked ant I can honestly say that I am pretty obsessed about the way I look, I always wanna look perfect. And the rain, wasn’t a warm summer rain, it was pretty cold. But I didn’t cared who will see me and how I am going to look and I raised my face and the rain just washed it. I started to sing “You’re making it come alive” in the middle of the street and I skipped all the way back to my house. I felt released. It was quite weird…
Maybe the rain didn’t wash only my face and my clothes…

I should learn how to post literature on deviantart
And I hope there aren't any mistakes...