My hear pounds as the thunder fills the spaces of sound.
And rain begins to trickle down my awning and into a puddle outside my door.
I look out and see a dark grey arrangement of clouds covering the morning sky.
The clock is screaming the reminder of my lateness.
I haven’t swept or made my bed yet.
Ah, never mind that as I rush down the staircase attempting to put on my coat.
I mustn’t miss it this time.
A ****** my notebook and pencil case.
Throw my scratched burgundy leather shoes, step into the spontaneous downpour.
Locking the door and running out into the storm.
My hair messy and wet, my pants becoming drenched in no time at all.
I need to make it this time.
Stomping through the mud covered roads and soggy plains.
My watch prompts me that I have only a few moments before the time has passed.
Oh cruel planet, may the spinning of your axis come to halt for just this moment I beg of you.
The hopes in dreams of this flashing moment dancing violently in my head for days now.
The thunders booms over my head, throwing off my equilibrium causing me to slip and slash my knee.
None the less I stride on to my desired intention.
Over the bridges, passing decayed and blooming trees blowing in this calamitous squall.
My coat fluttering in the opposing wind.
Almost
There
My socks drowned, my pants saturated, my shirts soaked and my coat overtaken by the rainfall and all its enormity.
But my determination dry and steady as anything.
I will not, cannot stop.
Lightning now fills the sky and my pounding heart skips a beat.
Time is running thin, just a little more to go.
Must procure this task that has been asked of me and carry it out with the greatest of precision.
My feat now wet and blood from dashing through a rocky river bed.
I can see it, the house, I’m almost there.
Lightning and thunder engulf the atmosphere and sound barrier.
My clothes must be twenty pounds heavier since I’ve walked out of my house.
Ah, but sweet relief and victory now come to me as I open the door and sprint into the house to water my dear friend’s house plants.
A promise I had made to her before she left for Denver.
Perhaps she has an umbrella I may borrow for my venture home.
Oh the suns breaking through the clouds, the rain is dwindling down to a drizzle, thunders dissipated and lightning is no more.
Good.