A Balance of Souls Book 1
If I love anything in the world, it’s the rain. It calls to me, though I’m rarely allowed outside to greet it. Its scent soaks my skin, coaxes free a deeper awareness, like a wild animal catching sight of its prey or an orchestra’s final crescendo, like flight. I feel it in my eyes, my chest, and the back of my throat, a chilling, empowering gale only I seem to sense.
Perhaps I like the rain most because so many others seem to hate it.
Maybe they’re right, and I’m out of my mind.