
Rain
It was one of those usual rainy days for the season. It kept me up part of the night as I lay tossing and turning. I could hear the rain beating down on the roof of the shack. It was one of those cheaply made metal roofs with no consideration for insulation. The rain came in bursts. it was like someone banging with a hammer or perhaps jackhammering the street. On occassion there were brief moments if silence which was almost peaceful. These moments were short lived and it semed it was just worstenrf everytime the rain picked up again. I dont see how anyone could have rested through it cetainly not me.
I glanced over to the rug were jake was sleeping. He seemed to be immune and indifferent to the tormoil outside, or perhaps he was growing deaf but he was too young so I ruled it out. I wondered how he could just tune it all out and sleep throughout this storm. Perhaps he had a volume control just as you see some elderly with hearing aides that just turn it off or lower the volume when they dont want to hear you. How rude I use to think, but now I wonder if any human voice would be considered noise to the elderly. Their ears perhaps more sensitive with time. How wonderful it would be to have this level of control at this moment. If I could just lower the volume. If I could just retaining my hearing but turn out the outside world when I needed. I probably would not have considered a hearing aid before but at this moment this sleepliness and noise was so madinging that I would take a hearing aid.
I wonder what those people in louisiana had to endure during hurricane katrina. The hammering of the rain the beating of the wind. The sound of silence during the eye and the wrath of a thousand men with jackhammers at arms length. Here I am complaiing of this little storm when their condition was life threating and all that was threating me was insanity. How can a pebble compare to a stone. It would take 100, 1000, or perhaps 100,000 pebbles to equal a stone. Can these pebbles ever be equal a large stone. What size stone.. What if the pebble was a stone who can really tell the difference. Perhaps my condition is worse then a stone. A single stone would hit once while a thousand pebbles a thousand times. Then again a large stone would have gone through my roof and I might not be hear to tell me tale. I glance again over at Jake and he is still asleep, or is he dead, did a stone fall through the roof.
Maybe there is a leak, a stone could have gone through so I look up, and I do see a leak. I glance back at Jake, is he breathing. I try to get a better focus and look at his chest. It is not moving… oh wait there! yes, he is alive! My friend is alive! His senses must be dead but he is alive. I wish I could do that. I glance back over up to try to determnine where the drops of rain from the leak are landing. I hear a bell. there! There it is! I look but do not see anything these… there it is again and I glance back over but dont see anything. I am too tired so do not move out of bed but stay lying there and looking and searching. The rain drops must be hitting a bell and echoing but I have no bell and i have no hearing aid!