The field lay barren after the summer.
No rain has come for months and the grass and the flowers have withered.
I go on my morning walks and I remember what the fields used to look like.
I remember how they used to be green and covered with flowers.
And I know they can be that way again.
If only the rain would come.
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Categories: flash fiction