I watched the other pedestrians scramble for shelter as the rain began, a sudden downpour that left the city steamy and smelling of hot asphalt. Passing by the huddles of drenched masses, I walked down the sidewalk, face up turned, letting the shower wash over me.
It wasn’t the sweet, gentle rain I missed from home, warm and fresh, falling on the fields, bathing the crops in huge, delicious drops. This cold, dirty water filtered through the grime of the city, but was still a welcome diversion after the last several dry and dusty days.
At the corner, the rain had pooled in the gutter. Taxis splashing through the deluge threw rooster tail backwash over those unfortunate enough to stand in its wake. Profanities directed at the soaking mixed with the insults flung at me for obviously enjoying the rain.
The artificial wave subsided, and I crossed through the intersection, leaving behind the flood and gibes. Wishing I was walking down my rural lane instead of this busy urban street, I wondered if my decision to move from the country was the right one.
Once at home, shivering in my apartment foyer, a puddle forming around my feet, I shed my sodden clothes. My bare feet left wet prints on the floor as I padded across the floor. Coming down in sheets, the rain formed rivulets of water on my dormers. I stood naked at the window, hidden behind the cloudy glass. Placing my hand on the cold pane, when I lifted it away, it left a clear outline, a portal to the outside world.
At first all I could see was the grey sky and falling rain. Slowly my vision narrowed and I could barely make out the dark shapes lining the edge of the roof on the adjacent building. As big as the cathedral gargoyles, these were not made of stone, but were living creatures.
Stumbling back from the window, moving to the city seemed in vain. The birds had followed me.
7 thoughts on “Coming back to roost”
oooh, such a creepy, haunting ending, but done so well.
it’s actually raining like this right now in NJ , I can hear the deluge of water on the roof of our office building and it brought every word of this piece to life.
My heart hurts that NYC would be a bad decision for anyone…hmm.
Ooh – are they good birds or bad birds?
I so want to know more about those birds!
Those nasty birds! 😉
This was sheer prose Tara. Nicely, nicely done. Thanks so much for sharing with the class!
Very nice – any piece with a naked lady in it gets my immediate and undivided attention.
I love how this began as a piece about beauty. The twist at the end was simply perfect.
I love the flow of this, and the emotion that runs through the words. I’m a little confused by the end, but it makes me want to keep reading so I can figure out what happens next.