Write on Edge prompt: Weather can be a powerful catalyst in writing. Storms, sunny beach days, and days of rain can impact setting, plot development, and mood. This week, use rain as the inspiration for your fiction or creative non-fiction piece. I was in a Billie Myers mood. This feels unfinished, but I am not sure where to take it from here.
Drought had sucked the world dry, blowing the dust of dead things long dessicated into the tiniest of crevice. And then one day, it began to rain. When the first fat drops had plopped loudly onto the tin roof of her home, Elena had rejoiced. Laughing, she had scampered into the backyard, dancing as she pulled off her clothes and threw them on the grass. Racing through the rainfall, she remembered hours playing in the rain, how the rain had whispered to her, her only companion. She washed her hair and body of the months of dust, and felt rejuvenated, like new. The water flowed over her skin, like many hands caressing her body intimately while she twirled, feeling eyes upon her. Elena fell asleep in the hammock underneath the protection of an oak tree, the rain falling around her. As she faded, she whispered a long-forgotten name.
A young man stepped out of the rain, his skin rippling as it took shape. He moved gingerly, as if unsure of walking, and made his way to Elena's side. He stood a moment, watching her sleep, admiring her beauty. A single drop of water fell from his fingers as he caressed Elena's cheek. Her eyes fluttered open, then met his. They stared at each other a moment. Elena's lips parted in a smile, and she opened her arms in invitation. They fell into each other, mouths fused, as the rain fell around them.