Like a dagger piercing through the clouds, the sun came up that day. The clouds took no notice and moved swiftly to block out the warming rays. It was as if they wanted the earth below to remain cold and wet,dreary beyond belief. No break from the wet for the unlucky inhabitants, just more of the same. Day after day, the deluge had continued but in the wee small hours of the morning it had suddenly stopped and the absence of the pitter patter of raindrops had awoken her. She had become so accustomed to the rain that when it stopped even for a short while, it disturbed her. She had climbed down out of her high bed to peer out into the dark night as if she could see anything. A flash of lightning hit and just like that the sheets of water began falling again. after that sleep seemed the only thing to do so back to bed she went.
That morning when she woke up, it had quit raining so she went for a short walk to check out her gardens and see if the incessant rain had caused any damage to the flower beds or the trees. She’d already lost several mature trees to the deluge, the ground being sodden and the the tree roots unable to hold them upright…….