Endless Sunshine


Endless Sunshine

 © Bethany Hatheway

The rain seemed endless, clouds constantly rolling across and dumping buckets on our little town. Spring was always a rainy season, but this year was different. It’d been twelve days since we’d last seen the sun, and nine days since the last break in the drizzle. The sound of rain beating down on the roof had become the constant background noise to our lives. The creeks and rivers were overflowing their banks; back roads had become passable only by those wearing high-waders or those who owned a canoe. Many people’s houses were flooded, and those not living on a hill had fled to drier pastures.

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