Summer Rainstorm

The Best Choice I’ve Made for Myself and My Writing Today

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Fat raindrops race each other down the umbrellas, snowballing together to crash to the ground and explode into the glittering dresses of rain fairies.

A barista, the one who has my order memorized, was chosen to close the patio umbrellas in the downpour. She stepped back and forth from the door, giggling with her…