“Shh,” her aunt interrupted. “The first drops of September are sacred. Catch them on your tongue, and you’ll be granted your truest heart’s desire. Even if you don’t know what it is yet.” Sadie smiled and when, a few moments later, Aunt Tava snapped her fingers, she obediently assumed the same position. Arms out, mouth open. And sure enough. She felt a drop of rain on her arm. And then her shoulder. It started slow. But when the first drop hit her tongue, it was sweet and earthy, like the sky was waking up. Sadie smiled. A car drove around them and honked. Aunt Tava completely ignored it.
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