We need some rain here in California. The world needs its people to conserve this precious resource – water. So here goes this:
It hadn’t rained in months and I was convinced it would never rain again. We were using bath water, already shared, on our balcony plants.
And then I dreamed I was back on the bayou hosing down Grandma’s carport. It was raining cats and dogs but shell roads dry fast, and Grandma wanted that carport hosed down so people didn’t track dust inside all day. A thin sheet of tin covered the carport. The sound of rain, hitting the tin, was magical.
I woke up crying and thankful for the wet taste of salt on my lips.
PHOTO PROMPT – © Madison Woods