When the levee breaks. Right? Sometimes things have to get to a certain point, and then it all just gives. Thanks for your interest. This one is really, very short.
The sky had been teasing rain for a week There had been some rain during the season, but it’s never enough. Evening would build cloud cover, there would be heat lightning, some thunder, a few sprinkles. Could this finally be the storm we need? Maybe even just a shower? That would be fine at this point. The other end of the valley was getting all the rain. People were jealous.
Mikey had been procrastinating. He had a lot of work to do. It wasn’t the kind of thing he was accustomed to, letting things sit. It was swelling up inside of him. He would find so many other things to do besides the work he really needed to get done. He knew he was doing this. Putting off the important personal work he needed to complete, in favor of any other chore, or work, or volunteering around town. Anything that would keep him from the work he knew that he needed to do.
He had finally set up his desk to get into the work he had been putting off. It was just sitting there, accumulating dust. He was sitting around instead. Watching movies, eating snacks, wasting time, all of his puttering aside from this was exhausted. He decided to go out for a night hike.
As Mikey reached the top of the hill out back of the house, the night air filled up, and there was some of that light rain that had been teasing all season. He continued on to the other side of the hill, and off in the distance he saw lightning. Then it came closer, and as he reached the bottom of the hill, it came closer, and the rain picked up as well. The rain steadied, and the thunder intervals had tightened. He figured he’d better head back on up the hill again, and make haste back toward the house.
As Mikey reached the top of the hill, there was a simultaneous crash of lightning and thunder. This was a legitimate storm, and it began coming in sheets. His headlamp couldn’t help him, as the rain was so heavy the light just reflected, and made the night less navigable. Lightning showed him the way back to the house.
He was soaked through his clothes as he reached the house. Mikey gathered himself, soaking wet, and reached his desk. It was a torrent.
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