[100 Words is a story in 100 words or less, based off the word in the title.]
The first rains after the dry season were always something to be treasured. Athrie loved them, the rich smell of the wet ground, mingled with the fresh damp air was as intoxicating as any tera drink that her older brother could sneak out of their parent’s cabinets.
She sat, curled up in the window sill of their small wooden house, face pressed against the thin glass window so that she might touch the rain more. It was dangerous to go outside at this time – the rain would bring floods and cause mud slides so it was safer indoors when the runes and Gods could protect you.
But even with all its danger, Athrie found herself at peace with the weather.