Friday, December 16, 2011

Drip drip drop

Dark clouds stress and obscure the
mind and all looks impossible
until the healing rain begins.
It washes down softly
indiscriminately bathing
ducks and dolts alike.
The ducklings play and pester, 
oblivious to bills and
boys and boundaries.
The dolt thinks a phone call
professing love will fix the destructive
flood of dishonest words.
A newly seen miracle of water
and babies and bright colors.
The rainbow comes out,
splashing through puddles,
being the child
simpler and honest.
(Written for BlueBell Books Short Story Slam 16, 12/16/11)


  1. innocence is cool.
    what a tale with out stretched imaginations.
    well done,

  2. Wonderful! It rains on ducks and fools alike to be sure and just when you think you can't stand it anymore the Sun comes out bright and cheerful and makes life beautiful and bearable again.
    I don't know about you, but a dark and dreary day tends to make the heart and mind feel the same, that's why I try to make every day sunny. It's keeps the dark at bay.


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