Droplets fell on the little girl’s cheek, so she reached a chubby hand to wipe her mother’s face.
“Rain, rain, go away,” she sang. “Come again another day.”
Just as the seasons would always cycle, the girl’s father would never return, and the storm would stay in the mother’s eyes.
50-word story for the prompt of “rain, rain, go away“. I’m trying my best to keep these more as “stories” rather than “moments”, but I’m having a hard time with it. Hopefully practice will equate to improvement.