‘If you Hear it Thunder don’t run Under a Tree’ by Seraphima Kennedy

If you Hear it Thunder don’t run Under a Tree It was the sound: those fat gold drops that fell from heaven. Pennies, she said, but though her voice was quiet, the brass held dreams of benjamins, bold shopping sprees, silk shirts, mink coats slim fingers stacked with diamonds. You had to go through showers first, she said, you had to be brave when it … Continue reading ‘If you Hear it Thunder don’t run Under a Tree’ by Seraphima Kennedy