Memories of the Rain

Billie sat at her windowsill, watching the rain pour on the evergreen grass. She watched everything pour on top of her. The drizzle of the Arizona monsoon, the heavy load of housework, the death of her loving mother. It was no less than a beautiful rainy day. She reminisced every rainy day, when her mother would make her scrambled eggs, so delightfully fluffy and full of flavor. She and her mother would bring out the spice bottles and top the with all the garnish they could imagine. She didn't play Monopoly indoors like the rest of the family on a rainy day. She didn't draw stick figures of everyone like her little sister. She saw something terrifying, the death of her mother. She couldn't walk downstairs during the rain without tasting the beautifully cooked egg. Billie could only wait in her room, waiting for then rain to stop. Waiting for her mother to come back.