It wasn’t the most wonderful thing in the world.

Just a soft, lush spot of cool, green grass at the bottom of a downspout.

I’d barely noticed.

Then, a barefoot three-year-old giggled with delight at the feel of those cool blades of grass.

And to think I almost missed it.

Susan Gale Wickes is a writer from Indiana. She enjoys writing short stories and the fun of cartoon captioning.