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All his good memories are associated with rain and now standing in the hospital corridor looking at the lifeless body of his little girl, he couldn’t help but curse the rain still pouring down.
The numerous times they played in rain, the rainbow chases, the long drives in rain, everything is tainted today. But when he glimpsed the rainbow by the window, he smiled inadvertently just the way he smiled when his little girl played with the droplets of rain.
Written for Five Sentence Fiction’s Prompt – Rain