Parched, by Mark Tulin – Friday Flash Fiction
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Parched, by Mark Tulin
28/1/2019
The rain was always in the back of my mind. When will it rain? I kept asking the sky, hoping dark clouds would appear.
The rivers and reservoirs were bone dry, farmers abandoned crops, and the trees lit up like perfect kindling.
People panicked and left their homes, but I stayed. I waited for the rain.
I imagined water gushing from a drain pipe, wind blowing rain onto my parched body. I saw the rain dancing on the asphalt like ballerinas.
I imagined lying in a pool of water, feeling its coolness, its comfort, and, finally, quenching my desperation.
Crow On The Wire 
This is lovely. And, I love the rain. ☔️
Me, too. ☔️
And, I like to hear the thunder. It doesn’t scare me, or anything. ⛈ ⛈
I’m amazed by the sound of thunder. And I enjoy watching lightening more than fireworks. Thanks, Nika.
Drought is exactly like this. An interesting piece.
Thank you, Robbie!!
I love that: “I imagine lying in a pool of water..”
Thank you, tara. 💦