Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Three Hundred and Forty-Two

After months of drought the rain came – a sudden blackness of sky and a single clap of thunder, then the heavens opened.

Mary ran out of the house and into the orchard’s smell of greenness.

Impelled by a rare moment of perfect happiness she bent to untie her shoes, before running barefoot onto the sweet grass.

When a pair of arms snaked around her she bent backwards, pliant as a willow.

Her husband tumbled her into the sodden grass with an urgency she seldom found in him.

The rain felt like cooling hands as it, too, caressed her bare skin…

©jj 2019

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