Friday, April 27, 2007

55 Fiction Friday: Precipitation edition

Friday is a cloud-watcher.

The sky is tense with waiting, and so am I. The thunder booms in the distance, a muffled roar. Finally, the forward scout: a raindrop splats on the porch railing, signaling to its comrades that the coast is clear. The sky opens up, a percussion concert. And I, I finally draw a full, easy breath.

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