Rain, the Story

in the midst of a lush meadow there stands an impressive sight a slip of a girl on a giant white horse poised on the verge of flight poetic in their beauty they begin to move and they appear as one from head to back to hoove you can see the giant beast respond to invisible cues as he begins to accelerate to a place just out of view you begin to sense the urgency as the pair picks up speed and you watch the desperation as she pushes the giant steed faster, just a lil faster and it will be all right all the sorrow of reality is lost in the midst of flight just a little harder we're almost at the end and the beast gives her everything on him she can depend the vision on that meadow is enough to make a soul ache watching a free spirit and her horse make their escape gradually they slow his coat glistening in the sun she leans in and hugs him and thanks him for the run looking into his deep brown eyes she whispers her gratitude stroking his white mane they begin to walk on cue slowly they walk the meadow as desperation evaporates leaving bewitched bystanders in awe at the look upon her face the frantic pace lost by the run upon her beast sorrow left in their dust upon his back she finds her peace they stop again and she strokes him with all her aching heart and knows he's her freedom protecting her from the start he nuzzles her soft cheek as if he understands and wants her to know he's home beneath those hands swiftly as she mounts him agile and with grace they begin to walk the meadow looks of peace upon their faces as they reach the meadows edge they begin to fade from sight the girl on her magnificent white steed disappearing in the night written by: Lori Thomson contest: Rain, The Story