\nWord Count: 253<\/p>\n
He said, \u201cOh really?\u201d and went back to concentrating on the laptop on the kitchen table.<\/p>\n She said, \u201cDo you have to go to work today? Why don\u2019t we take a walk, go for a swim, drive into the city for chocolate ice cream?\u201d<\/p>\n He said, \u201cOh. . . no, I can\u2019t. I have a lot of work to do today.\u201d<\/p>\n She thought, I saw a raindrop gleaming in the morning sun. Against the dark old fir tree it shone for that instant. I wonder what it\u2019s like to shine, even for a moment.<\/em><\/p>\n He thought, It\u2019s only because you\u2019re so young that you don\u2019t understand.<\/em><\/p>\n She said, \u201cI know. I just thought it would have been nice.\u201d<\/p>\n He said, \u201cMaybe some day next week we will.\u201d<\/p>\n She brightened, her smile lighting up her face for just a moment.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" THE RAINDROP IN ITS MOMENT Word Count: 253 She said, \u201cThis morning I watched a single raindrop suddenly lit up by the rising sun. It flickered like a firefly, clinging to the tippity-tip of a new grown spurt of branch. … Continue reading ![\"\"](\"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog3\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/027.jpg\" "\\"Premier")
<\/a>She said, \u201cThis morning I watched a single raindrop suddenly lit up by the rising sun. It flickered like a firefly, clinging to the tippity-tip of a new grown spurt of branch. An old tall fir tree dressed in its spring baby-green coat. The raindrop quivered in a soft east breeze, clinging to its host, flashing green and yellow, red and blue as a prism in the light. It hung there like a diamond earring–likely hangs there now–but as the sun toiled its way into the sky, lost the perfect angle of the light, and with only less than a minute\u2019s sparkling life, went out. I\u2019m sure I couldn\u2019t find it now.\u201d<\/p>\n