My Poetry and the Like

Running in the Rain (not a poem)

The sounds still rang in my ears as I looked out the window sadly. Finally, the car rolled up into our driveway. I had been watching two drops scamper down my smooth window but now the flew off with the usual jerk of the car. I didn't bother looking at my mother. There wasn't a point; I already felt bad enough. Wordlessly I hooked Katara onto her leash. I opened the door and was immediately hit by the little drops of water falling from the sky.
"You have to take Katara out to pee--" My mom began but I had no patience.
"I know." I said stiffly. I looked out over the wet garden and lawn not wanting to get out and get wet. Katara hesitantly stood in the threshold of the car door. Having never been in rain before, she was naturally a little nervous. With my patience still short from my parent's fight I clicked my tongue and whistled urging Katara out of the car. She soon hopped out sniffing the air and recoiling when drops hit her muzzle. I gave a weak smile as she began to grow used to it. I walked inside my house looking around. My father was standing in the kitchen a little ways off clearly mad. I wanted to be invisible and just slip through the door unnoticed but this is not the world where that could happen yet. He scolded me about not cleaning the cats' dishes but my mind was to tired and annoyed to listen to his usual lectures. "I need to take Katara out." Was all I said before opening the door that lead out to our deck. As usual, I walked down the steps trying to avoid any falling water from trees but still I got wet. I didn't really mind. I always have loved the rain. When I was younger I would play in it constantly but as you get older, of course those childhood habits die away. Katara soon did her job and I was bringing her back in when I saw the rain falling on the neighbor's lawn and was momentarily entranced. The way the light bounced off the beads hitting the vivid green grass was too alluring for me to not go investigate. Sucking up the fact I was getting slightly wet I went to see and smiled at the bouncing stars of rain. Katara started to pull on her leash then. I looked to the sidewalk and realized she was asking for a walk. I thought it wouldn't hurt to take her for a short walk. I led her up to the pavement and walked a little reluctantly down the street.
As I walked though, the rain started to enchant me. The strange urge to run overpowered me. Soon, I was jogging but Katara doesn't exactly do jogging though. She started to drag me. Yes, a little 15lb puppy started to drag me but I admit I sorta wanted to. I wanted to. I wanted to so bad and I had no idea what was holding me back so I ran.
Running seemed to make everything so clear. I removed my glasses and took my hair out of its ponytail. I felt free. So free I thought I would run forever and for a moment it felt almost as if I did. The rain hit hard but that only seemed to shock me awake more. My hair was now fully wet and it flew around me as if I was in a movie. It clung to my face and I started to laugh. Rain got in my mouth as I laughed only adding more to the effect. Katara and I were now racing and I was winning. I had to urge my running-loving puppy to keep up with me. It felt like a movie scene. Everything was perfectly quiet except for the sound of the rain hitting the concrete, my shoes hitting the wet sidewalk, and my ringing laughs. When I reached the end of my track, I couldn't help but feel complete like all my worries had washed away with the rain. I pushed my hair back looking around taking in the scene. The rain fell on the road with it's rhythmic plip-plops. I lost myself in the rain, raising my face to the sky letting the sensation of water overtake my mind, body, and soul.