Wanted to Walk Before it Rained

I wanted to have a walk before it started raining. The sky was a low, patient grey, like a lid waiting to tip, and the air smelled cool in my balcony.

I wanted to put my shoes on with a small urgency both as habit and hope and step into the park where mango trees are lined up whispering secrets. I wanted to walk before it rained.

A breeze pushed cool fingers across my face, leaves flicking fast and I was rushing to finish. I kept checking the clouds, timing my pace with their movement, savoring the light before it blurred.

On the sky, it steamed quiet but I could see birds and clouds

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