Hike in Storms — An Offer Accepted. Circular Rainbow

Daily Prompt Race the Clock Here’s the title of your post: “An Offer I Couldn’t Refuse.” Set a timer for ten minutes, and write it. Go!

The place was completely empty except for the woman and her dog, a big dog but not one of those giant dogs like an Irish wolfhound or something, just a big shaggy gray and white dog with brown eyes, no tail and a smile on her face. Dogs smile. Don’t give me that, and this one had, for her nickname, “Smiler.”

From time to time the sky poured buckets, but that was one of the motivations that had brought them out here. Rain kept most people away. The woman loved the rain because it didn’t happen often and it made rapid changes to the landscape that she loved to watch, to be in. She had a circuit visiting small waterfalls and tiny flowers. The black sage threw its fragrance into the air. She thought about what she’d been told about Indians wearing the sage in their armpits so the deer wouldn’t smell them coming,

“I think that would work, Molly.”

Molly continued to smile, but “Smiler” sometimes did talk. It was well known that once she’d even said, “Hello.”

“Let’s go up there, OK? You want to go to the top?”

Like her owner, Molly always wanted to go to the top, even though on a day like today there wouldn’t be much of a view. They were about a third of the way up the steep fire trail under the electric wires when the sky cut loose. “Hey Molly, we’re fucked!” Molly shook out her fur and smiled. They sat down on a rocky promontory to wait out the blast of rain.

Storms like these in Southern California came in waves. One could even see them coming in the distance and judge from their width how long they’d last. After three or four minutes, the shower had moved on. The sun came out from a crack between clouds. Just at the moment she looked up, there in front of her, so close she could have touched it were it not a phenomenon of light and water, was a perfect circle of color.

“Thank you,” she said to the turbulent sky, the dark green hills, the red dirt, the fragrant plants, to the rain that returned.


Black Sage in Bloom