by Danielle Smith
The world is still, motionless. I watch it with anticipation as the trees remain frozen and the wind holds its breath. There are no clouds, no sound. My heart hammers in my chest as I wait; the blood pounding in my ears. Then, like a picture suddenly come to life, a single drop of rain splashes against my nose. The air bursts with ferocious electricity and the wind abruptly lets loose - howling, rushing, pushing, alive and the world is no longer quiet; the storm is finally here.
Danielle Smith is just an ordinary community college student with no money, and, let's face it: no life. She still lives with her family and is forced to eat Top Ramen daily. She believes writing on a whim is great, even if it never really gets anywhere.