Wait and See
Storm clouds gathered intensity in the sky as Ted detached the hose from the tap. His wife moved beside him as the first fat drops splattered on the dusty ground.
“Will this help,” she quietly asked.
Ted thought about the hand-deep crevices he’d found in the corn field, the fruitless apple blossoms, and how he’d already fed a considerable amount hay to the cattle, and unopened pile of bills lying on the table, before taking his wife’s hand. “I don’t know. We’ll just have to wait and see.” He drew her off the porch. “But we might as well it.”
In less time than it takes a heart to beat they were soaking wet as the laughed, splashed, and danced in the rain, celebrating the perfect moment.