Water muse

· Storytelling

The moment I delivered the bad news, it seemed, the rain started, coming down hard right away. I looked to my right at my empty water glass and thought about how parched the back of my mouth felt right then, wondered how long I’d been this thirsty.

The sky’d been threatening all day, tempting with little patches of pure blue but mostly hovering low down to the ground with gray woollens. Still it seemed like the sky open and released it’s lapful of rain in sudden downpour, as I basked in her disappointment and frustration with me.

Time to close the house up.