This is probably cheating, but I’ve written a second piece for the week 6 prompt of the 100 Word Challenge. It just kept buzzing round in my head, insisting I wrote it down so here it is.
After three days of grey skies and heavy rain, the sun shone, but not everyone was happy about it. The people of the small desert town of Weayaya had been planning a street party to celebrate the first rainfall for 87 years.
Young Alec gazed upwards. “It looks as though there may be more rain coming from over there,” he said hopefully, pointing across the blue, cloud-free sky. The adults took down the bunting they had stretched across the road yesterday. This bad weather was going to spoil the celebrations if it didn’t change soon.
The sun shone, but so it did every day.