I Drown is a descriptive paper of a rainstorm.

As an enormous wall of gray clouds approaches, the anticipation grows ever so slightly with each passing moment. This warm sun-filled afternoon slowly begins its descent into a cool breezy evening as the rain commences. A few tiny droplets fall from the dark canopy above onto the carpet of green blades beneath my feet. Across the wavy pasture the verdant pine trees at the woods' edge come alive as they sway back and forth like …

…that stands where the old tree used to. For six years I haven't let a drop of precipitation touch my skin. When I first arrived here today there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Now I stand immersed in all sorts of emotions as I place a vibrant orange tiger lily next to the cross. As I begin to walk away, the steady downpour ends just as suddenly as it had began. I'm not bothered.