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…
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