They said she died with the rain that night.
They bonded together, fused,
an element mixed with skin and blood.
The town worshipped it, cupped their
hands full of water and brought it to their
mouth, to suck her in, to make
her become alive once more.
Now, even thirty years later,
the rain still smelled
of honey and jasmine.
When they saw the
Vaquera family now, they still whispered,
“So, sorry for your loss."
Joe Russo has been published in Metaphor Magazine, Nowhere Journal, Event Horizon, Typehouse Magazine, Door is A Jar Magazine, Spillwords, Degenerate Literature and Centum Press’s anthology “One Hundred Voices.”