Very Short Story: Rain

Some prayed for rain; others danced, many gave up hope as the dams dried up.

An old man sat looking at them, shook his head, and thought of all those times he scolded the rain.

What he’d give for drop now, yet then he hated how the rain always ruined his plans.

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