Rain: Falls and Stops

The rain falls.

There are thunder and lightning. But which comes first?

Three o'clock and the rain hasn't stopped. The wind is fury I bet. It was telling me it's in a race. What is it running after?

Then the thundering grows louder and louder. The unlovable dog pushes herself under the hard sofa. I closed the glass window. Why fear?

The night creeps earlier. No hiding from the dark. The light is fading, isn't it?

Walking to and fro the dim and narrow living room and seeing nothing but silhouettes of decades owned horse figurines atop a furniture. Is it like the glass menagerie?

I looked outside and saw how the green plants danced for joy. Their hands extending wide to receive such little blessing. Do they drink or do they bathe?

A huge truck moves slowly, careful of the slippery road. It passed calmly I did not notice it vanished. Was it the rain that hurdles my vision of the truck?

Two school girls in one huge umbrella. Shoes stepping on the ankle high water. Heavy but little steps for the graders. When is drainage be not faulty?

The rain stops.

(photo not mine ^_^)