Rain (Flash Fiction)

NY welcomed me with rain. As did LA. Reminded me of the short flash fiction pieces I wrote a while back...

Curious, she closed her umbrella and took off her shoes and socks. As she laid down on the grass, she let out a laugh. She just made a Min sandwhich! Laying between a slice of sky and a slice of earth, she closed her eyes and let the sweet rain bind them all together. “Mmmm.”
It wasn’t just the rain that drew her. Rain by itself is beautiful. But rain mixed with the green of the earth? Magical. The moment rain touches grass, the molecules coalesce and dance, releasing a subtle scent of pure, fresh and sweet. It was the smell of growth.


Song of the day: Central Park (James Newton Howard) 

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