Flash Fiction – Morning Rain (100 Words)

Neura looked up at the grey sky above her porch.

There were a few drops of rain, splashing on the path that led out to the main street. Big, heavy raindrops that slapped the path when they connected with the earth, leaving a wet footprint on the smooth black tile.

They needed this, the rain. The farms were dry out the corners of the village. The lake was almost dry. If they were to get through the next season, the needed rain.

Neura breathed in the wet, fresh air.

There is hope now, she thought. All thanks to the rain.

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