‘The Rain 2’
©Mr Humble
The rain came up over the street curbings,across the lawns, climbed up the steps and§entered the houses.
There were mops and bathroom towels, and the rain often came up through the toilets: bubbling, brown, crazy, whirling, and all the old cars stood in the streets, cars that had problems starting on a sunny day. And the jobless men stood looking out the windows at the old machines dying like living things out there.
The jobless men, failures in a failing time were imprisoned in their houses with their wives and children and their pets.
The pets refused to go out and left their waste in strange places, the jobless men went mad confined with their once beautiful wives.
There were terrible arguments as notices of foreclosure fell into the mailbox, rain and hail, cans of beans, bread without butter;fried eggs, boiled eggs, poached eggs; peanut butter sandwiches, and an invisible chicken in every pot.
my father, never a good man at best, beat my mother when it rained as I threw myself between them, the legs, the knees, the screams until they seperated.
“I’ll kill you,” I screamed at him. “You hit her again and I’ll kill you!” “Get that son-of-a-bitching kid out of here!” “no, you stay with your mother!” all the households were under siege but I believe that ours held more terror than the average.
And at night as we attempted to sleep the rains still came down and it was in bed in the dark watching the moon against the scarred window so bravely holding out most of the rain, I thought of Noah and the Ark and I thought, it has come again.
we all thought that,and then, at once, it would stop.
… MING CAMPUS SLAM
