The Smell of Rain
A silent set of eyes watched the rain fall as he shimmied back further into his burrow. The grey fluff of his floppy ears was slightly matted down from a few raindrops that had told him to run inside and hide. He saw the tall shadows of three figures walk past, so he nosed deeper into his hole out of sight. His little white cottontail disappearing from view.
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The deep steady thud above shook the rabbit's home as three human figures trailed along the dirt path. There were two solid sets of black galoshes, and one tiny set of bright red boots with white polka dots peppering the rubber. A squeal rang through the air as the bright red boots found a puddle. Her jump splashed water and bits of mud everywhere! The wide eyed faces of the adults slowly turned into playful smiles and they too jumped into the muddy puddle.
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Bright laughter could be heard bouncing high in the air from this silly group. It danced across the fresh farmland resting upon the ears of a frumpy greying man. His silent eyes watched the rain, as he sat on his wicker porch chair. Comfortable on the sky blue cushions, he leaned forward, and peered up from Hemingway’s “The Old Man and the Sea”. His weather-worn eyes observed the small family playing in the mud as a slight smile met his wrinkled skin near his deep brown eyes. The old man mused to himself, “It’s a beautiful thing when the earth cries, and people rejoice in the land renewed.” He contemplated this perfect moment, relishing the smell of the rain, and turned back to his book, content in his peaceful home.
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