Rain had nourished the Periwinkle;

a beautiful blue flower with petals shaped like a fan.

The little girl took them gently in her hands and sniffed them

then she returned to jumping in the puddles nearby.

Her black gumboots were caked with mud and she had no care in the world.

 

A single cloud remained in the sky after the storm.

Her mother took pictures and spread them out on the table;

Admiring each one closely, pressure to choose the right one for the newspaper building.

She has to beat the best local famous photographer in the contest to have her picture printed.

 

She glances up and looks out at the window,

Spotting her daughter’s lit up face, turned to the sky, her laughter sneaking in the nooks and crannies

of their house and filling her soul with peace.

She can’t help but smile and lift her camera once again.