The Weather Witch

Only the Weather Witch can make it rain without dark clouds. 300 words.

The Weather Witch

“It’s going to rain,” Darcy Jean said as she looked out the window.

“You’re kidding, right? There isn’t a cloud in the sky. Have you suddenly developed a weather knee or something?” Collum said.

“No, I just saw the weather witch fly by waving her rain wand.”

Collum looked out the window.

“I don’t see anything in the sky, not even clouds,” he told her.

“Mark my words, there will rain soon.”

“Wanna bet?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“If it rains, I’ll cook and clean for a week.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“I get to go fishing this weekend with the boys.”

“Agreed. As I say, your weekend may get rained out!”

They shook hands and just for good measure kissed each other. Darcy Jean went back to cleaning and cooking, whistling tunelessly. The sun continued to shine.

Collum developed a smug look over time, when there was no sign of clouds, wind or rain. His wife pretended not to see it forming and bustled around busily. She was soon finished and sat down to her mending.

Collum startled awake to the sound of rain hitting the window. Still not a cloud in the sky and the sun was still shining.

“What by the brush of the Weather Witch’s broom is going on here?” he exclaimed as he rushed to the window.

“You have heard of sun showers, haven’t you?” Darcy said complacently without looking up.

“But showers are different from deluges, surely?” Collum said, trying to peer through the sheets of rain.

“I never second-guess the Weather Witch, my dear,” Darcy said with a twinkle in her eye.

“Why?”

“Because she’s a little tetchy when you do!”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Take a look now, it’s slushing. She must have heard you!