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  Dancing in the Rain

  

  By CassieThompson, Mesa, AZ

  There’s a prickle on my neck, and a trickle down my cheek; There’s a pitter-patter sound that’s softly growing; There’s a softly-dimming light, not quite day and not quite night, And the water feels so cold I think it’s snowing. There’s a world that’s washed in grey, and the sun ha...
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  Fireworks

  

  By CassieThompson, Mesa, AZ

  Anticipation grows beneath a freshly-darkened sky; A hush spreads o'er the crowd, the murmur fading to a sigh. Near-silence only amplifies the hidden, mounting tension, Then high-pitched keening commandeers the watchers' rapt attention. Straining eyes can just make out a streak against...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Wrapped in Blue

  

  By CassieThompson, Mesa, AZ

  The hospital was bright and busy, nurses and visitors rushing through the halls with purposeful strides. As I followed my father through the maternity ward, I clung to my brother's hand. To my eight-year-old eyes, the surroundings were a daze of white, a landscape of tall doors and signs that seemed...
• Hot Topics > Environment
  Tempest

  

  By CassieThompson, Mesa, AZ

  First comes the wind – just a whisper, just a breath The fresh, clean smell of the earth in its caress. Then come the clouds, like the down of goslings gray, Slowly, softly dimming the sunshine of the day. A quiet, growing rumble heralds droplets, small and clear; Gems and jewels they shimmer...