I jolted awake to the sound of a sudden clap of thunder. My eyes traveled to my window, and the curtains were dark. It was still nighttime. I closed my eyes again, but was awakened again by another loud rumble of thunder. I sighed heavily, and turned around in my bed, not facing my window.

I couldn’t get myself to drift back to sleep though. Something kept nagging me awake, so I sighed again, brushed the long blond wisps of hair out of my face, and tapped my watch to see what time it was. My watch glowed 5:36. I let out a slight moan, and turned around again, as if there was any hope for me going back to sleep. I would sleep in until lunchtime if I could, but I had to get up for school at 7:30.

Apparently there was no hope for me going back to sleep, I thought, as thunder sounded again, and I heard rain on the roof. I was not going back to sleep, and that was final, the sky decided.

I swung my legs around the side of the bed, and got out, stepping on the cold, wooden planks. I walked slowly over to my window across the room, and pulled back the curtains. The sky was a dark, dark grey, but it was a little light as the sky began to brighten for the day. Rain was pouring down, and I could make out dark, and menacing clouds in the sky. My family lived in the middle of nowhere, and as a 17 year old girl, that was the last place I wanted to live. Out of my smudged window I found nothing but a wet yard, and a lonely, soaked field stretching for as long as the eye could see.

I made my way to my drawer, and pulled out my clothes for the day. I quickly got dressed, and pulled on an extra sweater because I knew it would be cold outside.

Yes, outside.

I tiptoed downstairs, and I pulled on my converse, and rain jacket of my dad’s. I scanned the house, cautious, but I was sure no one was awake. I opened the door, and stepped out into the rain.

I walked out onto my porch, and I heard the rain pouring and pouring outside. I looked around, and rain was all I saw. Thunder clapped again, and I jumped. I took a breath, and stepped down and ran to the field by my house, surprising myself by laughing, and putting my arms out like I was playing airplane. I raised my hood. I ran to the middle of the big field, my converse getting soaked by the mushy-ness of the wet grass. I didn’t care though. I told myself not to. I looked up into the sky, blinking so furiously by the rain pelting my eyes that I spun, as if it would shake all off.

I heard a sound. One like someone stepping in a field filled with water so it made a squish sound. You know, that kind of sound. I stopped twirling, and turned to face what I saw. A tall figure stood, with their hands in their pockets, with their hood of their rain jacket covering their face. But I knew who it was, even if he didn’t know who I was. It was Tomas, my neighbor that lived a quarter mileaway. I soon saw his bike on the side of the field. He probably saw me from his house, far away, but when you live in the country, you can see miles away. He walked up to me, and my heart skipped. Rain still poured down.

“Kendra.” Tomas said in a deep voice that made my legs almost give out. I took a dreamy step forward, and so did he. He lifted off his hood, and he reached over to lift mine off. I gulped. Hi shaggy hair, wet in the rain was cuter than I had ever seen it. He looked down, and took my hand to step one more step closer.

“Let’s dance in the rain.”