Rain

A Story by Hogwarts

Like a lot of my stuff, I found this piece that I wrote two years ago and just found it.

People often talk of the stinging rain. How it burns your skin like hot wax, always bringing death and destruction along with it. I don’t believe them. It is just a silly story to force people out of that false sense of security. No, I don’t believe them at all. However, I couldn’t help feeling a little paranoid when I saw the clouds and smelt the metallic air. I had never in my life seen clouds like them before. They were huge and dark purplish gray in color. It looked as if the sky was bruised. I stared at them anxiously. The winds picked up speed and the trees started sway, swirling up dead leaves around my feet. I started to run. This was a storm like no other, and it was heading straight towards my town. I ran even faster, gasping to fill my aching lungs with every stride. Lightning struck a tree nearby, engulfing it in blue flames. Thunder roared above me and I fell to the ground. I tried to get back up, but I felt as if my legs were glued to the earth. And then the rains came.