My writings: The Night It Rained Again – A short story.

The phone rang.

“Hi. This is Nancy Smith from The West-Shore Rehab, is this Stacey Jackson?”

She smiled.
“Is he dead?”

There was some silence on the other end, followed by a “Yes.”

She sipped the remaining coffee away, letting it burn her insides.

She laughed so hard her head hit the top of the back of her pine-wood rocking chair as two streams of water poured down her eyes, just like the rain outside.

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She shifted her focus towards the lightning galloping through the wide skies. The rain was intense and puddles of water waited to be splashed by the falling drops of water in her backyard.

Rihanna’s ‘Umbrella‘ played on the gramophone as she sipped away her favorite porcelain cup filled with warm coffee, no sugar. Just the way she liked it.

She loved rains. Always bathed in them. It’s almost like they washed away all the fatigue from work off her. This rain felt different. This rain felt like the rain five years back.

There was, literally, ankle high water everywhere. The drainage systems of the roads had failed and cars kept getting jammed at dangerously awkward spots. She kept praying really hard to herself on the way to the hospital while he kept his calm driving the car. She kept asking him if Mom was dead, he said she wasn’t.

She remembered the I.C.U. ward and the condition she saw her mother in. She remembered how she passed away the same night.

That was a killer rain. This rain was a killer rain, too. Somebody was to die today.

The phone rang.

“Hi. This is Nancy Smith from The West-Shore Rehab, is this Stacey Jackson?”

She smiled.

“Is he dead?”

There was some silence on the other end, followed by a “Yes.”

She sipped the remaining coffee away, letting it burn her insides.

She laughed so hard her  head hit the top of the back of her pine-wood rocking chair as two streams of water poured down her eyes, just like the rain outside.

Nancy heard the sound of something made of porcelain crashing on the other side of the phone.

“Hello? Stacey?”

She could hear the gramophone still playing,

When the sun shines, we’ll shine together
Told you I’ll be here forever
Said I’ll always be a friend
Took an oath I’ma stick it out ’til the end
Now that it’s raining more than ever
Know that we’ll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella

“Ms. Stacey Jackson, I need to hear your voice. Are you alright?”

She looked back once again, standing near the window with Ned and Mom, at her pale, now breathless, body lying limp on the old chair waiting to be discovered by the neighbors…

She smiled again..It was a long life.

Life and death worked weird ways.

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