“Mommy? Why did you give me such a sad name?” Rain asked. She watched the water flow in drapes over the window; so uninviting.
Rain’s mother looked surprised; confused even. Then she sighed.
“Rain is not sad. Rain is water, and water is life. It makes things grow. It makes things new and fresh. It’s cleansing. You’ve cleansed me – wiped away my old life and gave me a new one.” She smiled, kissing her daughter on the head.
Rain said nothing. Though she could not comprehend it, she could feel that an enormous weight had been dropped upon her shoulders.
Word count: 100 words
© Shyla Fairfax-Owen