Soaking It In
Fifty-word story [7]
Uncle Joe loved the rain.
It was only fitting that on the day of his funeral the skies opened up. As the trumpeter played “Taps” and umbrellas flipped inside out from the whipping wind, I knew without a doubt he was smiling, laughing down at us - soaking it all in.
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