Gone

The rain is gone

As is the lingering scent it left behind.

Tiny blades of grass beckon

And the earth is ready to give again.

In that moment

She had been happy to attend her friend’s wedding and to see her parents albeit for a short while. It was over now though and she was tired. It was a long, torturous flight back and they were both sick throughout. Her body hurt but it was his sickness that got to her, made her feel helpless. He had wailed and wailed through the flight but that was only half as painful as the pauses wherein he sat quietly by her side, looking dazed and expressionless.

She dragged herself, him and the luggage through Immigration and Security and then cabbed it home, holding him close, whispering to him that all would be okay. Within the next couple of hours, she had reached home, tucked a more sedate little fellow in with a kiss and some Panadol, assured the nanny she will be back in two hours and packed her briefcase with documents for the client meeting. As she ran upstairs towards her work-clothes, she pulled her shirt over her head.

And in that moment, she was a bird, she was a plane, she was Superman.