Rain
Starring out of the window and into the rain has always been kenesiera's favourite hobby. Feeling the wind blowing against her face was even better, and the best was to let herself get drenched under the heavy downpour. It never dawned on her that it was a depressing sight for others to watch. It was her life, her world, her universe.

The rain had liberated her feelings more than anything else had. Looking at the raindrops would seem like troubles spattered from a bubble, burst and gone the moment it landed on hard ground. Feeling the wind against her face was seem like drowing herself in gusts of freedom, happiness, elation, lightness... Ltting the rain fall onto her face would seem like troubles flowing down and away together with it, never leaving a deeper trace than a lrack of water would have left behind. Keneseira loved the rain so much better than anything else. The heavier it was, the better.

With the load of stress and homework piling up, it seemed as though she was looking up at a stairway made of gold, leading up to heaven. She did not know when it had started building itself up, but it seemed to reach the clouds already. She did not mind, though. When it was ready, she would carry her sack filled with confidence and take the stairs step by step, making her way up to heaven. She knew she would reach there eventually, when she would feel the load off her shoulders, her sack full of confidence now heavy with gold.

Kenesiera took her eyes off the rain, her imagination of the stairs disappeared to the back of her mind and looked at her homework, finally breaking into a satisfied smile. It was a wonder what rain could do, and she was still mesmerised by the thought of it. Wondering what it would be like if it started to snow, she bent over and began to write.

p.s: HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY POTTER AND JOANNE KATHLEEN ROWLING!