It was raining.
I loved the rain, the way it drummed against my skin.
Walking outside, I had on a sports bra and workout shorts.
The thunder and lightning cracked over my head, and I sighed contently.
My bag full of footballs in hand, my body already drenched, I made my way towards the football field across from my house.
Reaching the field, I took off my shoes and felt the turf beneath my toes. I began to run laps, warming up.
My breath quickened around the second lap, and I started pushing myself to go faster.
It was cold, and the burning of my muscles felt great.
Slowing to a halt in front of the bag, I shook out my arms and picked up a football. Tossing it, it went quite a distance. The second- oh, it was beautiful. I wish I had video taped it.
Throwing my arm back, I shot it forward and released the ball, following through to my hip. The pigskin rolled off my finger tips, a spiral forming in the ball's movement. I stared, in awe, as it traveled down the field.
I relished the feeling of the rain on my body, and a grin grew on my face as I continued to watch the football. My hand went to my bare stomach, my other to my mouth.
"Yes!" I squealed. Finally, I had made the perfect pass.
But there was no one around to see.
Or so I thought.
(Just jump in with a picture, name, and age. :3 just do it, don't even ask for me to accept or not.)