A few droplets of moisture landed on the exposed skin of her arm, surprising her, the gray sky stealing her gaze upwards. The rain that came down was unsusual rain; it fell soft as snow but touched the ground like water. The mist caressed her face with chilly fingertips and she grinned.
"It's like kissing a cloud."
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The original idea of this is not mine, but the writing is. The words "kissing a cloud" are from one of my friends, Ryan Stauffer (ryanstauffer.wordpress.com/)
Thanks Ryan for the great idea (:
I wrote this because this is exactly how it rains down here in Peru. Peru only gets 1/4 of an inch of precipitation per year. So, the way that it "rains" is as a thin mist. It's weird.
~Vicki
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