A Heavy Rain

It rained earth this morning. Clumps of soil fell from clouds of rolling green fields. They drifted across the sun, heavy and full to bursting.

We had it easy here. In the mountains, they had boulders crashing through their houses, mudfalls burying them alive, pebbles making bullet holes in their windows.

The neighbours are putting metal on their roofs. I can hear the tap-tap-tap of their hammers. I don’t have the heart to tell it won’t matter, not if a rock drops at terminal velocity.

I suppose we all have our ways of coping with the impossible.

Word Count: 97

This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Sandra Crook for providing the prompt photo!

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  1. I’d hate to be the meteorologist who has to relay that forecast. “The weather tonight will be… Seriously? You want me to read this?”

    Your last line is poignant. There have been a lot of “impossible” things happening lately. We’re all looking for ways to cope.

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