Downpour

The wind whispered a faint, delicate word as it whooshed past the small girl
Her fragile fingers and nimble hands held steadfastly to the drooping flower she so cautiously picked up from the meadow
Rays of the sun were gentle, peaking from behind the soft, spongy clouds
Her flowery dress, passion pink and ruby red glowed in the feeble light

Drip, drip, drip…
The pitter-patter of the rain soon became audible
A light shower began, feeble drops turned in to spatters
Soon growing strength, force, descending in strident thumps

Her plump face looked at wonder to the blurred, indistinguishable sky
The weak sunlight disappeared in to an array of gloomy, grey clouds
Heavy beads made a quick descent and splashed against the pavement, meeting watery death
Boom, the thunder roared as the lightning cracked and sizzled in the fuzzy ambiance
Salty tears began to flow from her eyes, mixing with the rain as both dripped down her rose cheek
The girl looked from right to left, scanning the barely visible landscape for her mother
A vague, indistinct figure approached, reaching for her hand

Her mother, a damp woman, carried her and whispered in the small girl’s ear:
The wind, the trees, the flowers, and birds
When the rain arrives, all surroundings become blurred
Don’t worry, sweet girl, being timid and afraid
God sheds these tears to act as an aid
You see, He cares for all of these beautiful plants
He wishes for them to have a fighting chance
It’s also a chance for us to have a fleeting glance
To admire what he put on this green Earth

Lulled by the soft rhythm, she glanced at the vast green, drowning in the depths of the rain…