I've decided to try and do these writing prompts that come up. >_> I don't mean to belittle myself but be honest about my writing or rather lack of writing ability. So with that in mind I have written a short response to this weeks prompt which can be found here: Prompt

Soaked

When the weather forecast calls for rain, you can pretty much bet that it’s not going to happen. The higher the chance the less likely it will be. Those few times when it actually does manage to rain, it’s nothing more than a few sparse drops that barely get anything wet. The clouds always pour the moisture on the mountain tops instead of in the valley you see.

You might be asking why this is so, well I’ll tell you. I live in Utah, a state that is mostly desert with misshapen dried out trees and sage brush for vegetation. So when the forecast called for rain last week, I did as I always do; I ignored it. The only tangible green around here is where we irrigate, fooling nature into giving the city a spark of life with the precious water we guard so carefully in the reservoirs.

So you can imagine my surprise when the wind began to blow fiercely and that rare occurrence of enough rain coming down to soak everything began. I had no means to protect myself from the change. I never bother to carry an umbrella. It’s just a waste of time when the rain so rarely comes.

There was no lightening or thunder, just the howl of the wind and patter of the rain as it hit the ground. I thought about making a run for the shelter of my abode, but the sweet smell of water kept me standing in place. It was still short as all storms here are, but for once, I was soaked.