A story

john | July 1, 2021, 6:47 a.m.

The first drop falls from the sky.  Unsure what's going on, he looks up.  See's nothing, yet there it goes, the second drop.  It hits again.  He see's nothing.  The odd thing is there isn't a cloud in the sky. 

He keeps walking.  Then it happens again.  The third drop, this one falls on his nose.  Looks up, nothing.

Blue skies as far as the eye can see.  Now he starts to feel a bit odd.  Looks up one more time, trying to figure out what's going on, but see's nothing.

So he keeps walking.  This time though, no rain drops, nothing.  Just a normal day. 

What an odd day he thinks.

Normally he would of just continued his walk all the way back to his house, but since today was odd, he decided to stop off in the park.  Listen to the amateur musician play some saxophone.

He takes a seat.  Hears the melody, and then, a drop.

He looks up, and nothing.  The saxophone is in the background, slowly starting to get a beat.

Torn between the beauty of the music, and the oddness of the rain drops, he lays down on the grass, looking up.

He closes his eyes.

And then, he's soaked.



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