Let it rain
The little girl was wandering on her own , too cautiously at first, but when she became sure that she wasn't being followed , she gradually became more and more relaxed. It was raining hard , and she was out on her own, a luxury, not afforded to her easily. But she had to meet her friend. She would be waiting, she knew, like she always was. Sometimes the girl wondered what she can do to achieve that kind of freedom. Her friends at kindergarten told her that she’d have to be a grown up to do that. She was quiet looking forward to it. Well , what did she know. She also realized that she was late, but she couldn't help it. On the way there were these tiny little plants . Her teacher had told her that they were called “touch me not”. Despite the warning embedded in the name and countless warnings from her mom, she always felt inclined to touch them. They closed when she touched them. She got a flashback of how she screamed when the first time it happened. But soon she realiz...