The rains have persisted for three days and every time the thunder cracks across the sky, Devi wakes up screaming from her slumber, or from the carpet on the floor that she plays on. If I am busy, Leoffrith rushes to her each time as if worried that the ground will open up and eat her whole if left unattended for a few moments. It was too warm for soup and yet, with the downpour that had assaulted our house for almost a fortnight, it seemed like the only right thing for such an occasion.
I want a covered porch, I had told him, only a week or so ago. So that I could sit outside underneath the shade, or so that I could stay dry during weather like this. A rocking chair, a little side table, and I think I could sit for hours underneath the storm. A tree had come down across from the cobblestone road leading to our home, and now I anxiously keep looking out the door and the windows as if they'll all come down upon us.
Sitting in the doorway with the door wide open, I can nearly see down the road to the little building we purchased seasons ago, and I can only hope that the lake has not overrun and flooded the lower street and houses. However, unlike our home, it is mostly made of stone, and the only damage should be the roof or anything that gets flooded if the water rises that high.
