Darkness blanketed the skies as the heavens poured down an endless rain upon the earth. It had started the night before and continued with the same amount of strength until now. Only Noah could have seen rain of this vigor as it coated over the world, drowning those of evil. It was mid afternoon, but with the blackness of the sky those who would look out there window would have thought it was well into the evening. The only light that could penetrate the darkness of the sky were the large flashes that streaked across every couple of minutes that preceded a deafening boom. Each flash of light reviled the abundant rains that poured on the victims below.
From off in the distance the form of a building is shown. Street lamps and lights from within illuminated the old dull yellow walls and a sign informing those about history class. In the front of the building stood letters of red color boasting of the schools name, Middleton High School. The inside of the school is a flurry of activity as students and teachers alike prepare for the rain that will hit them as they run for there vehicles. At the front of the school the last of the yellow buses pull out with the adolescent woman and men anxious to start there other life away from school.
Back at the entrance of the school a figure stands in the doorway leading out into the rain. The light coming from the school illuminates the unkempt face and bargain-brand clothes that he wears. Yes the figure is male, this could be told from his height of over six foot and the lacking physical features he would need to be considered female. As he stands beneath the doorway raindrops splash onto the ground, slowly they soak through his oversized shoes to his bare feet. His gaze travels downward looking at his feet. He slowly moves his toes to fell the wetness of his socks and finally he looks up into the sky shaking his head as the rain splashes onto his forehead. As he looked at the rain he not curse or ask why this was happening now, to him this was expected. Long ago he had realized that this was his luck, if you could call it luck. He slowly stepped into the downpour to begin the journey to his home. In a matter of seconds his clothes clung to his thin frame as the rain soaked him to the bone. As he walked he placed a hand to his forehead to push some of his soaked blonde hair out of his eyes so that he could continue the journey home.
