The rain falls

me in the garden

The rain starts to fall when I am bent down close to the Earth pulling weeds in my garden. I raise my face towards the sky and feel it flow from the brim of my straw hat and drip down my back. The day has already been so sticky hot and I welcome the cool bath from the heavens. I close my eyes and let it wash the sweat from my brow and I feel it cleansing the dirt from my hands. It is good here crouched deep amidst my flowers, hidden from the world and wet with the promise of new life.

About Madeline Scribes

A writer with a sense of humor. If anyone can laugh at life, it's me.
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2 Responses to The rain falls

  1. Mridubala says:

    That’s beautiful…your garden is pretty neat too 🙂 Nice!

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  2. Thank you! This new exercise I have been trying has pushed me a little further. 5 sentence fiction makes you truly consider what you’d like to say. I must do more of them in the future.


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