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A
descending
drizzle of tiny
clear crystals, hitting
the sharp blades of grass
and the glass of windows, sliding,
racing one another down to the pane.
Her reflection is captured as she
watches,
the image of her features almost
trapped in the
splattering glass. The pitters and
the patters accelerating
as she observes the sparkling droplets
collecting on the rim of
the panes. She watches intently as
ducks plop and paddle through
the Puddles, their webbed feet
disappearing beneath the shallow murky
surface. In a flash, they shake their
matted down, the yellow blur a bright
contrast to the drab fog. Her gaze
drifts from them but remains fixed on
the drizzle before her. And then,
suddenly, the rain abruptly comes to a
halt, everything still and silent.
Almost imperceptibly, the sun peeks out
from behind the clouds which conceal
it, illuminating. The
droplets remain clinging to the
blades of green,
glinting like tiny shards of glass.
It’s over. For now.
By Clementine Page 9Bt