The Rain

 The clouds were a dark grey, but they looked so soft, almost like blankets you wanted to just curl up and fall asleep in. The thunder didn’t as much crack, but roll across the sky from the peaks to the forest. The water falling from the gutter clapped against the stone and the fragrance of the rain filled the air. The aspen leaves danced and whispered along. If the flowers had mouths, they would shout and laugh and take in the rain. The trees would shelters for those who hated the rain, and the puddles for those who didn’t care.

 The air became cold and ice fell from the sky. Mothers rushed their children inside for towels and hot chocolate. Families gathered on windowsills, drinking and watching as the ground turned white with hail. Doors opened and children watched with starry-eyes. Lightning cracked and the thunder turned into cackles; a dog ran wild with his tail between his legs, babies cried. Rain fell harder now as the hail subsided.

 The dry, white and black trees turned red with the water and everything seemed a little greener. Some doors closed but many still sat out on the threshold watching the masterpiece of God. The clouds became darker and dominated the sky, the white patches far and nearing Utah.

 The soil grumbled as water spilled into the street and rivers flowed onto the trails. Hail began to fall harder now in larger balls, and as you looked out, it looked like hard falling snow. Children begged their mothers to let them hold out cups for the ice. When their cups were full, they smiled as they poured in the Coke and drank it up.

 Those who still had their doors open felt the chilling mist and pulled on coats. Fog hung lazily over the peaks as the thunder boomed again.

She stared at the sky, waiting for his call. She pulled her legs in, feeling the cold drops of rain on her legs. She knew she had a long night of waiting ahead of her; waiting for the rain to stop and waiting for his call. She shut the door.

She was so tired of waiting.

Author's Note

I just wrote this right now as I am sitting here, in my room, watching the rain and it's events. So this is what's happening in my life right now.... Hope y'all enjoy it. Thanks for reading and criticism is welcomed.

I wish I could attach the audio I'm recording right now of the rain, it's so lovely.

Reviews

[Craig2591]

So descriptive! You paint such a wonderful picture. And once again with the mystery at the end. I really love your writing.

[K.]

Thank you so much, Craig! And that's what I was going for :) I love trying to paint pictures with words instead of paintbrushes. And it's still raining and he still hasn't called.... the mystery continues. Thanks again for reading and commenting!

[Wolfwind]

I love the way you describe things. Your imagery lets me really take step inside the scene and look around and feel the essence of what you weave with your words.
I think you've captured the essense of the falling rain, pelt of hail and the human reactions really well.

Great Ink!
Aaron

[K.]

Thank you so much! And that's exactly what I wanted to do, try and paint a picture in your mind and make you think like you're there. Thanks again Aaron.

[Sam]

Sorry for this edit but I thought you would like to know:
Your line...The trees would shelters... did you mean to write The trees were shelters?
Other than that beautiful I love the imagery you use. The description of the clouds are so real. You do the storm justice as you paint it in words. Thank you for sharing I can't wait to read more.

[K.]

Thank you so much for catching that! I appreciate it! And thank you so much for commenting.