Sun-drenched or otherwise,
it’s all she’s ever known with her stingy dry eyes always threatening, maybe one day, they’ll let loose with a vengeance. Heavy hands reach and grab her getting her out of the way a flash flood is coming. In disbelief, she stares, it’s a forgotten creek bed overgrown and neglected. The first drop lands heavily touching her face with no warning a wall of water is right there on top of her. That once passive sky is dark and threatening her thin summer dress is exposed. Down on all fours crawling to move forward. She turns over and watches her entire valley flooded. The drenching downpour carries all the overgrowth away standing in the muddied ground she looses her way. Her temperamental soul is wiped free of all memories, this isn’t the same place anymore. She lays in the water now. The rain hasn’t stopped, tilting her face skyward, the earth wraps itself around her drowning frame. She keeps the silence a closely guarded secret. All that the others know she’s lying in a massive puddle enjoying the droughts end.