06-05-2008, 11:05 PM
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He could smell the rain. New rain, not what had already fallen. He turned his silver eyes up to the cloudy sky and knew for sure. The light smoky haze had deepened to a dark charcoal off in the distance. Soon there would be more rain – more water for the plants. So long as too much didn’t fall, the herbs would appreciate it. He only hoped they wouldn’t drown in it all.
A couple of birds overhead fluttered by, seeking shelter from the coming rains and talking about Pilot and his garden below. He looked up from his plants to find what the birds had mentioned – his son. 'That youngster sure stands out against all the white and green down there,' they had commented. A smile pulled at his lips, causing that small silver stud in his lip to glint. "Sirius!" He called out as his son sneezed, sending dandelion seeds up into the air.