A short story/poem

[xxiloveryanandbrendonxx]

Rain Music

I exhaled deeply in an irritated manner. It was the third time the electricity had cut off; off everything. Off the cd I was listening to, along with all my patience. The thunder chuckled darkly outside while the lightning split the cold rain. I gave another futile attempt to get my radio back on with the same constant answer: no.

Remembering the files I’d left open on my desktop, I groaned when I thought of how many tries it would take to get them back.

The rhythmic rain made me wonder how many magazines I owned with ‘Rainy day activities” in them. Another “how many” caught my mind.. How many people actually bothered to do the things listed?

Pondering over the posters in my room, looking for inspiration for fun (excluding anything I needed electricity for). I came across the fact that all my posters where music posters of miscellaneous bands I didn’t even listen to barely any more.

My Ipod lingered at the bottom of my gym bag, I took no interest in how it got there. A bit less irritable, I pulled it out slowly. Rain Music I thought. As I slipped the headphones over my head the last drop of thunder rattled through the trees in the woods. “It rains and it pours…” sang the voice. Yes, I decided. Yes it does…

By: Taylor
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