CLOUD.TASTING

Dark clouds gathered and wind started howling.
The child saw flashes of lightning before she heard thunder roaring like hungry lions.
She grabbed on tightly to her colourful lollipop and bent her head.
The rain splattered into the void deck and slided down her thick black banks.
She frowned and took a step inwards.

Her brother, whom she adored, was a year older than her and standing beside her when the first drop of rain came falling from somewhere far far away in the sky.
Somewhere too far up for the child's tiny eyes to track.
He ran into the rain and opened his mouth wide.

He then ran back to his sister, and he was then drenched from head to toe.

He secretively bent towards her, cupped his mouth by her right ear and whispered,
"I know how the clouds taste like. "
He leaned back and with the help of the lightning, the child managed to make out the satisfied grin on her brother's face.
She lifted her head upright and smiled.

Her brother took her hand and pulled her along into the rain.



Out in the rain,
the children held onto each others' hand tightly.






Opening her little mouth, the child curiously savoured the clouds.