Short Story Saturdays: Post #2 – The Man Who Bought Rain

In a dusty corner of the city, nestled between a closed-down apothecary and a pawn shop, sat a humble kiosk with a faded sign: Weather for Sale.

Most passersby thought it a joke. But not Edgar.

Edgar had lived his whole life beneath clear skies and relentless sun. The idea of rain was foreign, something from books or dreams. But when his garden began to wither and his wife’s voice cracked from thirst, he stepped inside.

The vendor was ancient, with skin like worn parchment and eyes like storm clouds. “You want rain?” he rasped. “It’ll cost.”

Edgar handed over his last savings without asking how much. The man gave him a sealed glass jar, swirling with dark mist.

“Break it over your land,” he said.

That night, Edgar did. Thunder cracked. Rain poured for three days. His garden bloomed. His wife sang.

But the rain didn’t stop. It’s been raining ever since.