Raindrops
Lillian wrung the sodden towel out into the bucket at her feet, then placed it on the drying rack, where it would not dry. The rain had been falling steadily for two weeks; everything was soggy and damp, including her mood. New leaks appeared in the old roof daily, and there simply weren’t enough buckets, bowls, and towels to contain the water and keep it from ruining the floor. Already, Lillian had been forced to rip the carpet out of three rooms.
“I hate rain,” she snarled. The only response she received was the steady pling! of water as it dripped into her good stock pot.
The electricity had gone out a couple of days ago. The wooden utility poles, swollen from the excess of water, had collapsed, snapping the power lines when they went down. Occasionally, sparks could be seen in the almost knee-deep lake that had formed in Lillian’s yard; the water had nowhere to go, and she wasn’t foolish enough to get into water with live wires in it to find a drainage pipe. She supposed it was a good thing that nothing had exploded or caught on fire, but then, perhaps it was just too wet for that kind of event to take place.
With a sigh, Lillian heaved the full bucket up by its plastic handle, and waddled with it toward the bathroom. She emptied the contents of the bucket into the lone working toilet, flushing it. “No sense wasting clean water,” she said to herself, since there was an abundance of other water to use for non-drinking and washing purposes.
She walked through the first floor her house, checking to see if the seals she had made for her windows and doors out out of heavy plastic and duct tape were holding. They were, so she climbed the stairs, side-stepping a handful of bowls. At the top of the staircase, she turned right, into her bedroom. Kicking off her house shoes, she flopped face down onto her naked mattress, and landed right in a wet spot, one that had not been there when she awakened that morning. Lillian rolled over to eye the ceiling. She spotted a small crack, and was rewarded with a raindrop falling into her eye. She flailed her arms and legs, and screamed at the offending droplet.
“I HATE RAIN!!”
19 February 2018
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The rain is a beautiful thing, but not for all human beings, because there is no one who has no homes and lives in the street and places where the rain is easily entered by the rain and this is cruel and we must help them but how is this really unfortunate
I understand Lillian hates rain. I love it. I love taking pictures of rain. You will find many 'raindrops on windows' pictures in my feed too :-) But well, of course it shouldn't rain in my house. I would scream too :-)
:)