PLOP. PLOP. PLOP. PLOP.
wet bits dropping from the sky.
HOP. HOP. HOP. HOP.
bouncing over stones.
STOP. STOP. STOP. STOP.
ending in a puddle.
SWISH. SWISH. SWISH. SWISH.
here comes the wind.
PUSH. PUSH. PUSH. PUSH.
there goes the clouds.
SHOOT. SHOOT. SHOOT. SHOOT.
the sun pierces the puddles.
"HEY. HEY. HEY. HEY."
RAIN: "I'll come again another day!"
Rebekah Stokes
Author of BeKaH's Blog
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