posted on Sep, 26 2005 @ 12:08 PM
She couldn't believe it. After months of planning and expectation they were finally at the cabin. And it was raining! The forecast said rain all
week, but she was hoping they would be as wrong as usual. John was already in a bad mood and a full week of rain wouldn't improve it any. As Ciara
turned off the light that evening she thought the rain was letting up. She was wrong.
The next morning when they woke up, it was still raining. Hard, steady rain. In fact you couldn't even see across the meadow it was raining so
hard. They read, played checkers and made love to pass the day. They retired early and each prayed silently for an end to the rain.
But the rain still came.
Ciara awoke to birds singing. There was no sound of rain on the roof. She opened her eyes and was greeted to sunshine. She sat up and started to
get out of bed. She stepped in water. She looked down and saw two inches of water covering the entire floor. "John get up!" she exclaimed.
John got up and together they went to the window. Water. The meadow surrounding the cabin had become a lake. Water was lapping at the underside of
their new truck. "I think we need to leave. Now!" John said.
Outside the water was midway up their shins. They climbed in the truck and made their way down the lane. The first two miles was through the woods
which made the road easy to make out. Soon though, the woods ended. John stopped. Mary was frantic. "Why are you stopping?"
John replied, "Do you see the road? And somewhere up there is the river. We're going to have to go back."
Mary started crying. She didn't want to admit it but he was right. All she could see for miles was water.
John managed to turn the truck around without getting stuck. By the time they got back, the water was up to their knees. John glanced at the clock,
12:57. Had it really taken two hours to go two miles and come back? It didn't seem possible. They went inside and started moving necessities into
the small attic. Within an hour the water was waist deep. They climbed into the attic and dryed off. They sat wrapped in blankets and watched the
water rise. Just before dark, the top of their truck had disappeared. Neither spoke, but both realized they may be in serious trouble.
They lit the lantern and played cards and ate some sandwiches and chips. John had brought up a six pack of beer. They split the beer and fell asleep
in each others arms.
Ciara woke with a headache, but was still dry. She crawled over to the window and looked out. The truck was visible again. The water was going
down! She snuggled back up next to John and fell back asleep with a smile touching the corners of her mouth.