The prompt was rain, and it made me miss Washington yet again. I miss it so much. While it’s nice to be able to have access to a sandy beach with actually warm ocean water, I’d much rather reserve California as a place to visit. Not a place to live. Not for someone like me, with a soul like mine, that craves the rain. That craves the shadows under dark clouds.
Someone who hides from the sun.
It overwhelms me. I despise it here. And I just don’t understand how I could ever be happy here.
I’m dying a little with every sunny day.
My mother told me it would be cloudy today. It is. The sky is dark, and it rumbles deeply, shaking my bones.
It’s a comfort.
The clouds opened up five minutes ago, and already the parched earth is coming back to life.
So am I.
I’ve always had an affinity for water, and when it falls from the sky, it cleanses my soul as much as it does the air and the earth.
This time, the rumbling makes the whiskey in my glass shiver like Jurassic Park.
The storm grows closer. I grow more comfortable.
Evolving with the ever-changing storm.
©2018 Heather Stephens