Jennifer Navarro
Stories (7/0)
Once The Rain Stops.
Rainy days are always ingrained in my head. They were the days I enjoyed the most. I liked the feeling of raindrops falling on my face, like freckles were being painted on. I always found it funny how cold by fingertips and toes would get, when normally my own body heat would roast me alive. I always got excited about finally getting to wear my favorite raincoat that is always buried deep in my closet. I enjoyed the way the Earth’s scent would seep into my clothes and linger for days. I loved the way the world always went silent, while the sky cried. Rainy days always made me happy because I finally had someone to cry with. It’s never apologetic about it isn’t it? Whatever outcomes lie afterwards. It doesn’t care if its storm wreaks havoc or if it creates a bountiful spring; it cries simply because it feels to do so. I always admired the Rain for that. Well, the Rain was all I had to admire for that.
By Jennifer Navarro2 years ago in Journal
What It Was.
What does home mean to me? When I was young, home was the place where all my stuffed animals were gathered, waiting for my exciting news of the next tea party extravaganza. It was the yard that gave me scrapes and bruises every time I attempted a handstand or cartwheel. It was the place all my friends challenged me who could jump the highest in the pink bouncy castle for my 6th birthday.
By Jennifer Navarro3 years ago in Humans