It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.-Amelia Barr
100 words/Genre: General Fiction
Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. I am so honored to write with such a great group of writers. Please be sure to go to her page and read their stories too. We are a rather eclectic group and the genres run the gamut.
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Eleanor was unsure why thunderstorms had always enraptured her. Chaotic thrashing of wind causing the rain to spatter her form. Some of that spray would enter her mouth, enticing her like a deep French kiss.
She’d stand in the middle of that anarchy, savoring the peace it gave her turbulent mind. The driving rain drenched her fair skin and the current from lightning strikes ignited her body and soul.
Early morning light revealed the aftermath. Calamity gave way to a flood and shopping carts in her backyard. Clad in rain boots, she slogged across the drenched earth to retrieve them.