the wind by natalie olive

the wind blows the trees around me. the dry, hard, and crumbly earth blows into my eyes.the wind blows the hair on the kids outside playing. its summertime so i'm inside hiding from the sun. the sun hates me and loves to burn and dehydrate me. but the wind is my friend and the sun is my enemy.i turn off the t.v., get up off the couch and grab my kite. i clench the oily sunscreen in my hand as i walk out the back dooor into our back yard. the wind is perfect for kite flying. just as i get to put the kite in the air i remember the sun. i grab the oily sunscreen bottle and spray it all over me rubbing it into my skin. i get my back as good as possible and throw my kite into the air. it catches the wind pushing it up into the sky. i let loose some string and my kite raises higher into the sky reaching for the clouds. my kite soars above me like a hawk searching for its pray. i feel the wind start to die so i reel in the string to lower my kite so it doesn't crash and rip. my friend in the air says goodbye with a soothing breeze as i walk back into the house.