<strong>Name:</strong>Hannah Smith<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Garage / Front Yard<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"It won't get dry," Hannah objected.  "And mom's going to yell at all of us when it makes the house smell musty."  Ignoring Kim's suggestion, Hannah grunted to lift down the camp stove and the metal of it clanged as it hit the ground, large sheet-like flaps inside tattling against one another and the entire thing acting like an amplifier, making the sound roll out across the neighborhood.  Screeching metal on concrete sounded as she dragged it across the driveway before letting it fall onto its side in the grass of the front yard.  "And there's grease all over this.  We should wash it off."<br/><br/>Before they had left Daddy had made sure everything was put up and that included the garden hoses.  With the van in there and all the stuff they had unpacked the hoses were way back at the front of the garage, coiled and stacked on a wire shelf taller than she was.  But just across the street, in the neighbor's yard, one was out in an untidy sprawl and hooked up to the spigot.  That would be a lot easier.  Sliding the camp stove across the grass was a lot easier than carrying it, and Hannah plowed a smashed path across their front yard until she reached the curb.  Coltish legs made short work of the distance between their house and the neighbor's and the tall grass brushed against her bare legs, making Hannah laugh at the feel of the feathery heads of the grass gone to seed.<br/><br/>Water gushed into the hose and made it stiffen, twisting around on the grass like a rubber snake, and Hannah found the spurting end of it and dragged it to the very edge of the yard then aimed it towards the camp stove.  Just like she was going to spray her brother when they used to play with the hose in the back yard, Hannah put her thumb across the opening and squeezed it just so, sending a fast, thin spray arching across the street to splatter noisily onto the metal of the camp stove, sounding like pounding rain on a tin roof.<br/><br/>The angle was just right for the sun and the water to make a rainbow and the stream wandered a bit, going off and then coming back onto target as Hannah paid more attention to the pretty colors than what she was doing.  People thought rainbows were easy to draw, just simple curves and getting the colors in the right order, but really they were a lot more complex than all that.  For the first thing they weren't straight circles, and that combination of words made her laugh out loud.  Second, the colors weren't sharp bands, but gradations within a shade that blended subtly but perfectly from one to the next logical one, each discernible if you just looked but when you saw them as a whole they seemed to be just one almost solid color.<br/><br/>Summer, a rainbow, the sound of water on metal.  It was a perfect morning and Hannah sat down on the curb, knees up near her head, as she continued to play with the hose.