Rain

Soft rains fell over the town of Wingworth, soaking through the crisp early spring. The flimpod seedlings yawned and welcomed the unexpected blessing with simple-minded innocence, while their guardian put aside his watering can in favour of lounging on the porch, accompanied by a steaming pot of tea and the morning papers. He watched as the children came out to play, banging front doors and splashing past his home, screaming in riotous glee. No doubt, they were off to Blind Pass to play acid pool tag. 

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