The rain slashed down in ribbons as the storm swirled overhead. He placed his hand over his brow to try and protect his face but it was a useless gesture and he quickly let his arm drop back to his side. The water collected in his eyebrows and dripped from his lashes. Soaked. Drenched. He looked to the heavens and squinted against the onslaught.
“Is this what you ask of me!” More shout than question, he threw his arms skyward, and queried his fate. He wasn’t ready for the responsibility. He wasn’t ready to accept what was being thrust upon him. He didn’t believe so, anyway.
And still, the rain poured down. Water began to pool around his feet. He could feel it oozing through his sneakers and eating into his soaks. The slight tilt of the ground he stood upon offered just enough of an incline for the water to began to pull against him, to attempt to carry him along the path of gravity.
He waited for a response. He knew it would only be a matter of time before he was answered. That’s how it had always worked before. Each new test, each new role, had been questioned and in time answered. Patience had been his first lesson.
He would need that in his current assignment too, it would seem, for the rain was relentless. It washed over him and around him. A downpour of biblical proportions, the irony of which, was not lost on him.
He let his arms drop and his gaze followed. The world was lost in the curtains of water. He knew he would be lost too if he fought against it. Their will was too strong for him to overcome. Smiling, for the first time since the rain had started 7 days before, he whispered, “So, I’m to be some sort of rain deity then?”
The answer came then, bold and clear through the cacophony of the storm, as if the voice originated from everything around him, “Your tests and trials are over. You’ve made us proud and now it is time to move forward with your life, it is time for you to take on your final role. Meet your destiny.”
His smile broadened and he walked the land. Sometimes he ran, sometimes he crawled, sometimes he rested his weary legs, and wherever he went, the rain went with him.
Word Count: 398
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There are none. Read the prompts, get inspired, write something. No word count minimum or maximum. You don’t have to include the exact prompt in your piece, and you can interpret the prompt(s) any way you like.
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Okay; write 200-500 words on the prompt of your choice. You may either use the prompt as the title of your piece or work it into the body of your piece. You must complete it before 6 pm CST on the Monday following this post.
MEET YOUR DESTINY
AFRAID OF NOTHING