Fine line tattoo of a small outlined cloud with four raindrops on the inner wrist, in dark ink against pale skin.

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Cloud and raindrops on a wrist

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A small outlined cloud with four teardrop-shaped raindrops sits on the inner wrist. The linework is thin and even, with no shading, and the ink is a dark tone that reads as black or deep purple. The background is a blurred red surface, and the tattoo is centred in the frame.

Fine line Forearm Cloud Raindrop Rain Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The 6.12 was forty minutes late again, so I had time to take the lost property box down from the shelf and count what the spring had brought in. Thirty-one umbrellas, one bride's shoe, a left glove for every right one in the county, and a school atlas with the Welsh coast gone over in biro. Mr Abernethy from the parcels office said nobody ever came back for atlases. I said I'd keep it in case.

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Above the kettle in the signal box hangs a timetable with a cloud drawn on its back in ink, four teardrops underneath, done by Ruth Pilling before she retired to Harrogate. Every wet morning she would tap it with her pen and say the weather was in, and we'd put the tea on. I never knew what the cloud meant to her. I only knew the drops were always the same size, as if she'd measured them against her thumbnail.

On Thursday a woman in a yellow mac came to the window and asked whether an atlas had turned up. She opened it to the coast without me telling her which page. In the margin beside Aberystwyth someone had drawn a small outlined cloud with four drops falling from it, the same hand and the same thin line, though the ink had faded to the colour of an old bruise. She said it was her mum's, and that her mum had always drawn weather on things.

I didn't ask anything more. I stamped the claim slip, took her name, and when she'd gone I went out onto the platform, where the rain had started again, fine and steady, and watched the drops bounce off the edge of the canopy at exactly the spacing Ruth had taught us to count.