The Rain at One a.m.~ Flash fiction

The rain at one a.m. woke her out of a dream, and cooperated in having her forget all her dream fragments. The uncaring rain poured without an agenda. It cared more than an acquaintance who would never return phone calls, but appeared to be neutral and unbiased as to where it fell, and what it saturated. The garden at five am appeared moistened in the best way possible. How delighted the gardener was to find the garden lightly dappled in warm rain drops. The iris greens, now retired for the season lay in long slim strips, stomped on, and wedged in a pile for removal. They were found dotted in wonderful punctuation marks: periods, colons, commas, and semi-colons. As if written in the 'I Ching', the changeableness of water wields wisdom for the earnest seeker.