The monsoon took Mother when I was a little girl.

My family repaired cushions in the marketplace, next to the saree merchant. One day, heavy rain brought floods. I scrambled for high-ground, but Mother was overcome, crying, “Aditya.” Then she was gone.

I wept for a year.

Until at school, we learnt about rain.
That rivers run to seas, where Goddess Parvati soaks up the water to bless the land.

And I realised, when I feel warm rain on my face, it is Mother covering me in kisses. And I smile, as all the wet cushions soak up her love.

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1 year ago

A wonderful example of finding the good in everything, finding the rainbow after the rain.  What a beautiful way to turn sadness into joy.

1 year ago

Hi Leonard – Welcome to the Voice Club!

Wow – what an incredibly beautiful, soulful, moving micro story you have written above. It is quite an honor to be part of this club with such talented writers as yourself. Since this is your first story submission, I am eagerly anticipating your next story!

Carrie OLeary
Carrie OLeary(@carrie-oleary)
1 year ago

Hi Leonard and welcome to What a beautiful and bittersweet story. Very much looking forward to more of your stories. Very well done.

Linda Rock
Linda Rock(@linda-rock)
1 year ago

A story that goes straight to the heart, Leonard, especially the last paragraph… so beautiful. Welcome to the club.

Margarida Brei
Margarida Brei(@margarida-brei)
1 year ago

Welcome to Voice.Club, Leonard. Very clever to associate rain with kisses!

Julie Harris
Julie Harris(@julie-harris)
1 year ago

A very beautiful story, Leonard. Welcome to Voice Club!

Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
1 year ago

Hello, Leonard. A warm welcome to voice club. Your story penetrated my heart. It is such a moving and heartwarming story. Keep on writing.

Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
Reply to  Leonard Mills
1 year ago

You are most welcome, Leonard.

Christer Norrlof
Christer Norrlof(@christer-norrlof)
1 year ago

I really enjoyed reading your story, Leonard. The opening line, “The monsoon took my Mother when I was a little girl.” totally grabs the attention.

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