Lena had always loved the rain. Showers at any time were an invitation to kick off her shoes, run outside, and dance.
So she didn’t try to escape the sudden, torrential downpour, though lightning lit the black sky and thunder shook her bones. She stood perfectly still until her t-shirt was drenched and her shivering could have been from the cold.
The rain washed the blood from her legs, washed his stink from her skin, and when she opened her mouth to catch a few drops on her tongue, it washed away his taste.
She wished it would rain forever.
by Shelli Proffitt Howells
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