Drip! Drip! Drip!
The sound grated on her nerves. That which would have been heavenly served as a messenger from hell. If only it were the faucet! Alas, the tap maintained its dry spell.
None of the others did.
The clay water pot leaked; the small storage tank did too. The roof let in showers when it rained. Even the wrinkled old lady’s eyes watered.
But the tap refused to shed a drop.
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