14 Days of Nature #ProjectNigeria

Rain by Born_black

He could remember the first time he saw her.

It was a terrible day, and the weather seemed to be inline with his mood. He left his office in a hurry, hoping to catch his wife before she left him. Forever.

As it was, their marriage was barely hanging in a thread, and his wife couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't continue to lie to his face about loving him; so she packed her bags, and sent him a text, wishing him a happy life, without her in it.

He tore down the streets like the world was on fire, for him, his whole world was already in ashes. Unfortunately for him,a few metres from his house, there was a massive traffic jam, which blocked any car from moving forward. As quick as lightening, he reversed the car, driving to the dusty, untared road that was normally used as a shortcut.

He was tired, thoroughly exhausted, and he wanted nothing more than to scream his frustrations out.

That's when he saw her.

She stood in the middle of the road, taking no heed of the car in front, looking up expectantly at the dark clouds, bearing the promise of rain.

Like magic, she twirled and the showers begun, drops after drops, dripped onto the earth, bringing it back to life.

She smiled at the sky, and thunder rumbled in response as the clouds unleashed more of their mercy.

Hypnotised, He watched, as she danced to the tune of the wind, telling her story, baring out her soul to the world. It wasn't her beauty that enthralled him, for she couldn't even compare to the aesthetic appeal of his wife, but it was the way she commanded the rain, and danced with it, making time stand still, in awe of the beauty of her soul.

His wife could go to hell, all he wanted was the woman before him.

The raindrops reduced, and inevitably ceased, stopping her dance.

She paid no heed to me, and walked back into the forest of trees by the right.

His phone rang, and he answered, smiling at the name of the caller.

“It's done.” The gruff voice spoke, “What do I do with their bodies?”

Thinking of what he just saw, he responded, dazed and intoxicated,

“Drown them, let them lie on the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.”

It was all his wife's fault. He told her not to leave him. He warned her, but she wouldn't listen, so he had to kill her and her lover, at least now she could be with him in spirit.

He smiled and traced her face, her body, cold to the touch. It didn't help that the freezer he used to preserve the woman's body was restricting him. He never got to ask her her name, for she promised to leave him the moment he walked up to her, before he could even be with her. So he killed her too, for if she couldn't be his, she couldn't be anyone's.

It never rained again.
Born_Black