As I watch the monsoons pass through, I can’t help but think this time last year, one of my co-workers and I went outside and played in a mini hail storm. I wasn’t in Arizona when the really big, damaging hail had hit and ruined everyone’s cars, their house roofs, the “cool deck” which is what we call the ground around the pool that shouldn’t retain the worst of the summer heat like cement does. One of my co-workers stood with me at the window and she said, “Go get her; she’ll play in the rain with you. I know you want to.” I did want to play in the rain. That part of me that finds rain exciting has yet to find it wise staying indoors and dry, but things have changed. Everything has changed since this time last year. My personality took the biggest hit. I’m far more cautious now about the people I chose to have my fun with. I’m not in that carefree, excited place here with the company and I don’t know when I’ll get it back.
Emory and I took Mozart for his walk. It wasn’t a long one, because when we got out of the house, it was already lightening overhead. We were a few houses down when the sky turned dark with storm clouds. We were at the corner when the lightening was right over head. We were around the corner when it started to thunder. We were nearly around the block when the first heavy drops started to fall. When the rain became heavier, we had to run. I had Mozart’s leash, so with a little encouragement, because he’s not too fond about getting wet, we ran the rest of the way home. Every tree we passed, I wondered what the chances were of it getting struck by lightning.
The storm was heavy. It sounded like our house was directly under a waterfall. That morning, the radio said that the rain hit one of our valleys hard enough to flood in some areas. People were rafting down the street. I’m glad I’m in such a large city. We get the flash flood warnings, but I haven’t seen issues in my part of the city.
My mom and I were standing on the front porch watching the rain. She turned to me, “Last time the water came up this high, you were out playing in it.” I remember that, but I don’t remember how old I was. Fast forward to the present; It was already dark, and the cascading rain made the light from the streetlamps limited. Watching the water climb up over the sidewalk and into the rock yard, I really wanted to be out there in the gutter with the cold water rushing over my ankles, but visibility was limited, and the thought that the rolling water carried broken glass and rocks stopped me. It’s weird what doesn’t concern us as children. As an adult, as tempted as I was all I could think was, “Do I have time to roll up my jeans and get soaked with the rain? I should be going to bed soon. If I get cut, I’ll be at the hospital and I’ll be tired tomorrow.” How boring it is being an adult.
HBA: 61/148 pages edited. I’m at the heart of the book. My assassin is now forced to work with someone he’d like to keep distance from. It’s very emotionally draining working with so many aggressive characters.