Comments on 'Waiting For Rain'Travis smiled a little, tried not to smirk. "Hey, don't blame cancer. It's not the cancer's fault. Might as well blame the iceberg for the Titanic." He chuckled casually and turned a sausage link, carefully eyeing Ricky.
The giant in the lawn chair seemed to ignore him, sniffling and trying to hide his tears. At six-eight, 310 pounds, Ricky was the biggest of the Cleary brothers. But he was also the gentlest, and he'd suffered for it as a child. Boyhoods in their town rewarded brashness over depth, cyclones where an hour of rain would do. Ricky had been all subtlety, a drizzle. Travis, by contrast, made it his business to be the family's comic relief, a badly needed spring shower in the midst of drought.
Their brother Harlan had been a stormbringer.
But Harlan was gone. Hadn't even been home to watch their mother die (although, truth be told, Travis might have missed out on that himself if given a choice).
It was as Travis was considering all of this that the storm stepped back into their yard....2008-05-09T22:36:19Zhttp://ficlets.com/feed/story/29968Comment on Waiting For Rain<p>Wow, I like where you took this, and I love your descriptions. I find myself concurring with your “extended meteorological metaphors” tag, but I must disagree with the “poor writing” one. Good stuff.</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/29968?basename=612562008-05-09T22:36:19Zkaellinn18http://ficlets.com/authors/kaellinn18