The Real Reason by Foster Trecost
After the rain does its rinsing
I think about how everything
That was dry
a short time ago
Now drips with water
Not because a pipe burst
Or because someone forgot
To turn off the hose
But because a cloud
Got too heavy
Foster Trecost writes stories that are mostly made up. They tend to follow his attention span: sometimes short, sometimes very short. Recent work appears in Ariel Chart, Right Hand Pointing, and The Journal of Compressed Creative Arts. He lives near New Orleans with his wife and dog.