Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Rain

Aheila's Drabble Day prompt this week is Rain. Check out her blog for the rules.
 
She could feel it coming. Her old bones ached, and there was a crackling in the air. Something big was about to hit. Leaning heavily on her cane, she rose from her chair and shuffled to the window, parting the faded curtains. The sky had that greenish tint her ma had insisted foretold horrendous thunderstorms and tornadoes that tore angry paths across the fields, and the leaves of the ancient maples near the barn displayed their undersides, flashing their own storm warning. She turned away and sighed. It would be here soon. She'd lived through so many already. When would her luck run out?

6 comments:

  1. she should move.
    jk! that was very realistic! nice drabble =)

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  2. Tara, she should! :) Thanks.

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  3. I think that she has grown accustomed to it ~ after all this time she has probably learned to accept it ... the ominous tone made your drabble very real !

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  4. I love the imagery of this! It makes me wish I were standing outside in wait of a storm, versus sitting inside munching tortilla chips and salsa while waiting for sleep to come.

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  5. Deb: But I bet those chips were good! ;)

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