The Great Rain

Photo via madisonwoods.wordpress.com

In a tropic, it’s weird not to experience rain.

For the past months, it hasn’t rained that much.

The nature is catching up with its delayed schedule, I thought.

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It’s Saturday and it’s raining really hard.

Even if it’s still morning, I decided to go back to bed.

Electricity is out, what else can I do?

I decided to spend my day snoring.

Then I woke up in the evening.

I’m surprised it’s still pouring.

Even without the radio, I can tell it’s a storm.
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It rained like it poured for one month without ceasing.

Then the river overflowed.

The Great Rain poured.

It unleashed its Wrath upon us.

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P.S.: Read Madison Woods’ Contemplative – a poem. She belongs to a group called Friday Fictioneers, who writes 100-words Flash Fiction every Friday.