This is a little inspiration piece:
Wind gripped at my chesnut brown ponytail as skies grew darker, vulnerable ready for rain. There was a sorrowful thing about rain. It pelts you, feels like all those tears packed up inside you, set free. They cry, I feel all of my tears needed to come out as well. And I didn’t have to cry for them, rain would. 4 weeks ago, my mare, Sancha, was pregnant. The foal died inside her, weak and unmoving. My Sancha always looked sideways at me, when i fixed my glance at her and thought. For Sancha knew who I was thinking of. I wonder, to this day, what that foal would have become. But it seems foolish, to ponder on one that dosen’t exist and never will. That;s why i do not cry. Rain does. It symbolizes my feelings, for among whom, i’ve never seen or met. A filly, who might have grown up to be an amazing horse, for me me, i will never know. Sancha will never know, no one will never know. Rain sped forwards, storm clouds gathered in my eyes. I thought for a second. I thought if i should stay outside and let it rain on me. I didn’t care. No, just as stubborn as I was, I stood there for a minute, then left.There was nothing I could do now.
Hope you all liked my inspiration piece that is hopefully gonna get you all out of your writers block! If it does, or inspires you in any way, I would love to know! It means so much when people find help from my writing! Thanks!
