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The garden is quiet today. The rain has kept everyone indoors, and the only sounds are those of water dripping from the leaves and the occasional distant rumble of thunder. I stand with my back to the camera, wearing a pair of yellow rain boots that make me feel like a child again. My hair is pulled back into a ponytail, revealing my profile as I gaze out at the wet flowers. The jeans shorts are tight around my thighs, but I don't mind; they're comfortable and allow me to move freely through the garden. My white t-shirt clings to my skin, leaving little to the imagination. Water drips down from my hair onto my back, creating small rivulets that trickle down between my shoulder blades.
I'm a bit of a tomboy at heart, but there's something about being in the rain that makes me feel alive and carefree. The world feels like it's mine alone when I'm surrounded by the sound of raindrops hitting the pavement. My skin is warm beneath my shirt, and I can feel the moisture from the air making my hair curl tighter around my face. It's a sensation I've grown to love over the years.
I turn slightly to look at the camera now, a hint of a smile playing on my lips as I catch sight of myself in the lens. My eyes are bright blue, and they seem to sparkle even more in this dim light. They're the same color as my hair, but there's something about
