This Title in no way Denotes the Quality of the Writing in the Short Stories Contained Herein: A Collective by Christopher "avarisclari" Weigle

Author:Christopher "avarisclari" Weigle [Weigle, Christopher "avarisclari"]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-09T05:00:00+00:00

Rain

Rain poured down, rivulets forming down the slope as they traced their way to the flow in the ditch. The ditch formed a fast flowing stream, moving towards a nearby drain. A body was laying in the middle, forcing water over it.

She opened her eyes and looked up at the pouring rain. She looked as though she was defeated, with no sense of hope left. She just laid there, undisturbed by the rain. The rain continued pouring, undisturbed by the woman below it.

If one were to see her, they’d think she was drunk. Her eyes kept twitching, her mouth moving but forming no words. Her hair was plastered in mud, her shirt soaked till it stuck to her form. She rolled her head, before leaning her chin on her chest.

The rain wasn’t going to let up anytime soon; the clouds rolled overhead, heavy. A tree by a nearby river bent over dangerously, most of the dirt under it washed away. The rain pattered off the leaves, the tree swaying in the wind. Dirt crumbled from under the tree, as it leaned over further. A bird shrilled wildly as it flew away from the tree.

The tree was old and strong though, it’s roots deep in the bank. It refused to topple over. The rain kept pushing down on the leaves and branches, trickling down them, following paths in the bark. The water went around a squirrel hole, to the base of the tree, following the roots down to the river.

The river was flowing high from the rain, as it coursed along the valley. A beaver dam was up ahead, being pummeled by the current, but holding. Water splashed over it, but beavers were masters of their craft, and the dam was a real piece of craftsmanship.

The river continued past the dam, fed up ahead by rerouted water from the beavers. It passed by an old cabin, covered in moss. It had been abandoned for a long time. No one knew it was even there, and rain fell freely through holes in the roof. The cabin was built on a colonial style, somehow having stood the test of time, from weathering to infestations like ants and termites.

Past the cabin was a forest, stretching out for miles. The forest was staying mostly dry due to the thick canopy, but the rain resounded through the forest, sounding like a distant drum line. A few spots where the sun was starting to fill through clouds were filled with brilliant sun beams. The forest was at peace, and the rain started to slow.

As the rain slowed, so did the flow in the ditch. The woman finally stood up, and started wandering down the road. She headed home, and showered, putting on fresh clothes after. The rain was done, as was her episode. She looked outside at the setting sun, the light flashing in her soft eyes, as the valley glistened from the rain, spread out before her like a canvas.

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