The lighting flashed angrily outside as Sheba padded into the common room with a tired sigh. It had already been a long day and the storm outside did nothing to help. The books in her bag caused it to dig painfully into her shoulder the entire way to the common room. Noticing an empty chair in the corner of the room, she threw the bag up against it with a relieved sigh. The bag landed with a loud thud next to the chair as she sank down into it and rested her head against the back of it. Why do teachers have to assign so much homework? she asked herself tiredly.
A loud crash of thunder echoed through the room and she slowly opened her eyes to stare out the window. She still was getting used to the idea of it raining frequently here. In Egypt, it seldom rained. When she was younger and it rained, she would go outside and dance around in it. She no longer did that, now that she had gotten older. A well timed cold she had caught once forced her to learn her lesson. That didn’t stop her from watching the rain fall, though. Thunderstorms were perhaps her favorite type. The bright flash of pure white light careening down towards the ground, followed by the loud, harsh thunder sent an answering rush through her. She relaxed into her chair, just watching the storm thunder through the angry skies, intent on drenching everything in a cold, dark rain.
“I wonder what it would be like,” she whispered to out loud, “To be like the rain…”
A loud crash of thunder echoed through the room and she slowly opened her eyes to stare out the window. She still was getting used to the idea of it raining frequently here. In Egypt, it seldom rained. When she was younger and it rained, she would go outside and dance around in it. She no longer did that, now that she had gotten older. A well timed cold she had caught once forced her to learn her lesson. That didn’t stop her from watching the rain fall, though. Thunderstorms were perhaps her favorite type. The bright flash of pure white light careening down towards the ground, followed by the loud, harsh thunder sent an answering rush through her. She relaxed into her chair, just watching the storm thunder through the angry skies, intent on drenching everything in a cold, dark rain.
“I wonder what it would be like,” she whispered to out loud, “To be like the rain…”
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