In need of proofread.
Today I felt the fruits of summer.
While on a stroll, I was inspired to rest by the side of the road. The clouds overhead loomed and I couldn't help but think to myself how I'd love to abandon modernity. On my way home I was greeted by the bite of a rainshower. A haze of rebounding water surrounded my feet and its brothers served to soak my bodice. I removed my shoes and, for the first time in about a year, I felt free. No thing is more tangible than nature.
In the yard I thought about the strawberries. Cool puddles of iron-flavored happiness greeted my feet as they mingled with the now-aquatic vegetation. I thought about the insects, and the hundreds of homicides brought about by size-eight stompings. I thought about Emerson and envied his position. I thought about Alex. I thought about driving away, so far away that no one could find me; before I left I would make sure to tell them that I was much happier this way. I stopped as second-chance showers fell from the wagging tongues of trees, catching me incomplete. I thanked Her for her beauty and returned to four walls.
While on a stroll, I was inspired to rest by the side of the road. The clouds overhead loomed and I couldn't help but think to myself how I'd love to abandon modernity. On my way home I was greeted by the bite of a rainshower. A haze of rebounding water surrounded my feet and its brothers served to soak my bodice. I removed my shoes and, for the first time in about a year, I felt free. No thing is more tangible than nature.
In the yard I thought about the strawberries. Cool puddles of iron-flavored happiness greeted my feet as they mingled with the now-aquatic vegetation. I thought about the insects, and the hundreds of homicides brought about by size-eight stompings. I thought about Emerson and envied his position. I thought about Alex. I thought about driving away, so far away that no one could find me; before I left I would make sure to tell them that I was much happier this way. I stopped as second-chance showers fell from the wagging tongues of trees, catching me incomplete. I thanked Her for her beauty and returned to four walls.