Rain. Lots of rain. A weeks worth, yet still the ground would dry out before the clouds parted. That is what a drought will do, suck up the rain and then turn back to concrete.
Jay was sitting on a newspaper rack outside Kenny’s Market waiting for a ride. Head full of Red Bull. Pete was late, as always. Probably arguing with his lady. Hopefully not drunk in and jail. Jay just wanted to get to the gun show before it closed for the weekend. He had saved a little bit of money from a landscape job, and wanted to roam the grounds of the show. Think about his wife a little and complications surrounding a drought of different kind.
Seek out an answer, conjure up some rain.
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