Microdosing Fiction - 90mg of Rain
Write 90 words based on the word: Rain
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Our prompt for today is Rain
Write a story in 90 words!
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Watching the raindrops race down windows, dancing in a downpour when other kids hid, always stepping into puddles—rain baby, they called me.
I adored the melody when rain tapped on my umbrella, an orchestra healing my soul, a drop at a time. And it adored me. Rain was with me on vacations, trips, and celebrations—my partner and friend.
When the big moment came, it felt only natural. The first drop hit my white dress, and a smile crept on my face.
I walked down the aisle with my friend beside me.
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It starts out of a clear blue sky, with a sudden darkening. Then a rumble. Then a trickle. Then a steady downpour. Then a flood. But you never get wet. The words. The hate. Pouring down on you. Sticks and stones they say. All year, any season. Day or night. In bright sunshine. In the desert. Inside or out. Can’t hide under a slicker. Nor umbrella. Weatherman can’t tell you when it’s gonna stop. Just hope he rains himself out, and goes away, like a summer storm, before you drown.
There would be no green
and pleasant land, no sheen
on rocks dull-dry in bright sunlight
no pitter-patter in the silence of the night,
no teeming stream,
no puddled path with pewter gleam.
There would be no changing sky,
no corn as high as anyone’s eye,
no gutters overflowing,
no window-boxed beauty growing,
no wellington-booted splashing fun,
no rushing home before the storm’s begun.
There would be no racing droplets down the pane
if there was no rain.