The water was flowing down the mountain like a thousand galloping horses, grabbing rocks, dirt, and branches in its wake. What had started as a distant tumble became a rumble in a glimpse of time. The sky has been falling down for the past hour, pouring its heart out.
Soon the stream would enter the ocean. With open arms, the Pacific would embrace the wild water to become one again.
Alice was sitting on the rooftop of her house, raindrops pearling down her face, her bare arms, and legs. She stuck her tongue out like a kid would do to taste snowflakes. The smell of wet soil filled her lungs. She wouldn’t have missed that moment for anything as she too wanted to be reunited with the sky, the water, the land, and the sea.