"It rained for almost two weeks straight that spring. I knew it was for the best, for the plants and flowers and all. At night I would lay in bed listening to the heavy raindrops plinking on the roof like a cruel lullaby. Late in the afternoon one day, the rain stopped and the sun came out. It drew me outside, calling like a long lost friend. I stepped out into the dooryard and at my feet rested a carpet of rose colored petals."
MaryElise Tomczak
2 responses
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Gustavo Boyzo gave props (15 May 2009):
This is nice!!
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Sean-Michael Bryce gave props (24 Aug 2009):
what a cool story and pretty picture
