Star gazed at the old boats with undisguised longing. They rested on a dry dock a stark reminder of the Water Elementals power. Oh how she missed the water, days with her family pulling in nets heavy with fish. With no natural rainfall and the cloud seeders struggling, boating was a luxury no longer even dreamed of. And so, Star brought out her small test kit and, finding the water fairly safe to drink, filled her canteens before walking on. A small smile stretched across her face at the memory of wet spray on her skin.
Word count 96
This story inspired by Crimsons Creative Challenge # 199 (wow that’s an auspicious number!)
Til next time ~May the rain fall softly on your fields ~JP
Wide Eyed Wonderings 
I liked this. And we finally had a reputational amount of rain overnight. 😊.
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Oh I’m so glad. Isn’t it interesting how our perception of rain can change when we’ve been in a drought. I lived in the desert for a time and we literally would run outside and dance anytime it rained, just to show the clouds how happy we were. 😉
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That’s just made me laugh. Yes, it makes us deliriously happy. And already my lawn is regaining its green.
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