Sorry about the last couple of posts. I just wanted to make it clear I'm not taking any shit from this blog.
Anyway...it's raining! Finally. There was one hell of a storm yesterday, and it shows no sign of letting up. I got a revolting sore throat from the chill, but it was worth it. I have perfect inspiration for my short story I have to hand in to my English teacher on Monday. I needed something to enhance the dramatic storyline - and rain was perfect. I'll post the story on my blog once it's finished and polished - I've just drafted it, it still needs a lot of work. I stayed away from intricate descriptions, just sticking to basic adjectives and I didn't do a lot of character development - I focused on raw emotion. It's also one of my shorter stories, too - the word limit was 2000, and my story is 1882, but it will probably be longer once it's been buffed.
One question - what do you think when it rains? Does it symbolize anything? Does it mean anything more to you than just water hitting the ground?
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