Happy weekend guys! So, currently, its raining outside, and I’m wishing I was in the saddle. Here is a little snippet inspired by the rain and my desire to ride. Tell me what you think in the comments!

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Thunder echoed across the sky, soon followed by a flash of lightning. I walked through the heavy rain, a smile playing at my lips.

Oh, how wonderful it is to be free!

There is one thing I’ve learned from the many books I’ve read. When a spirit wants to be free, you can’t contain it. It has to be free. It has to run. My favorite stories to read were always the ones with knights in shining armor, riding into battle astride magnificent horses. Those horses got to be free. They got to run in the open plains. Its what I wanted. I wanted to be free, riding upon a great stallion, soaring with the wind.

I reached the barn and opened the door. Sometimes, for a dream come true, you must make it come true. The horses looked up at me from their stalls, their large, bright eyes staring at me. My horse, Thunder, nickered at me as I approached his stall. Mother didn’t know he was my horse. Papa had told Mother he was simply a work horse. But he wasn’t. He was mine. Papa had been the one who taught me to ride. He was the only one who could see the wild spirit inside me. He told me I had the spirit of a horse inside me. One that longed for freedom.
He gave me the freedom I longed for when he had given me Thunder.
The horse held his mighty head high, and I smiled.

He was covered in grey spots. Papa called him an Appaloosa. He said that once, a long time ago, the Appaloosas ran wild across the prairie. Papa didn’t think that they do anymore, but I still believed they were out there. Somewhere, a herd of wild horses still roamed the prairie. You just have to know where to look.

I pulled a bridal over Thunder’s ears and lead him out the barn. The rain had calmed to a light sprinkle. Thunder lifted his head towards the rain, sniffing. I laughed and climbed onto his back.

I leaned close to his ear, holding onto the reins. “Come on, boy, let’s run.”

He didn’t need a nudge from me. With a snicker, Thunder stretched out at a gallop. I closed my eyes as the wind washed over me and smiled. This is what it was like to run with the wind. To be free.