It’s Raining, It’s Pouring

A very short story.

Steph Armstrong
Jul 28, 2017 · 1 min read

The rain stings my skin. Ouch, I tell him. It hurts.

Papa stops walking and puts my hood up to cover my face. He says it wasn’t always like this.

I do like he does and put my bandana back over face. I start singing my song for him. It doesn’t make him smile like I want it to.

Rain on the grass,
Rain on the tree,
Rain on the rooftops,
But never on me.

Steph Armstrong

Written by

Kind of an Eeyore. Possibly a robot. I watch a lot of TV. www.stepharmstrong.com

Welcome to a place where words matter. On Medium, smart voices and original ideas take center stage - with no ads in sight. Watch
Follow all the topics you care about, and we’ll deliver the best stories for you to your homepage and inbox. Explore
Get unlimited access to the best stories on Medium — and support writers while you’re at it. Just $5/month. Upgrade