Flash Fiction #167 – A Water Puddle

Flash Fiction #167 – A Water Puddle

One by one the hot sun dissolved

the little water puddle’s friends away.

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Though the puddle had seen better days

with clearer waters, it did not want to leave the earth like them.

Being saturated with dirt was better than nonexistence.

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But a puddle cannot resist the sun.

Bit by bit, the puddle evaporated.

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It united with its friends in the sky

as one big cloud.

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“This was my true nature all along,” the cloud thought.

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But in the next moment, its bits fell from the sky

as rain and landed in the Atlantic Ocean.

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