Mar 17, 2024
My breath huffed, quickly and harshly, in a shaky effort to slow the race of my pulse. Anxiety sat curled tight in a ball in my ribs. He heard me and his head rose, to see the clouds outside, to smell the cool air.
âThe rainâs coming, darling.â he said.
And the thing in my chest slowly opened an eye and made to stretch its limbs, loosening slightly. The rain is coming. As if to say, âitâs okay. The static in the air will pass. The earth will be watered and sprouts will form. Youâll feel okay soon. The sky promises it.â
