Frog

The frogs leapt in joy, jumping on paper boats that sailed on little rivulets of rain water.

"Rain is beautiful." The young frogs were delighted due to the incessant rain that flooded the village over the last few days. Dark clouds dominated the horizon at all hours.

Nearby, an old frog was breathing his last. The water had become too much to bear, and he realized that rain, which seemed so pleasant, could also prove fatal. He closed his eyes, unaware that a poor farmer in the surrounding was experiencing the same fate, grieving the damage of his crops.


This 99 word fiction is shared with Blogging from A to Z April Challenge - F.