The Flood

I sit in an empty field,
With a rock no more than ten feet away.
Clouds foreshadowing a flood gather above my head.
They let the rain loose.
The rock stayed dry.
I glared at the rock that stayed
So dry and so warm during this terrible weather.
I would not give into the warmth and comfort of that rock.
The rain will go away, I told myself.
The rain fell harder, creating puddles on the ground.
The rock stayed dry.
I looked around the field for some sort of shelter,
But there was none.
The thunder crashed,
The lightening flashed,
The rain falling so hard, I couldn't see.
The rain will go away, I told myself.
A small river began at my feet; tugging at my ankles.
The rock stayed dry.
I walked halfway to the rock and stopped.
I don't need help, I thought. The rain will go away..
The rain fell harder,
The current pulled stronger nearly sweeping me away.
I waded to the rock and sat upon it.
Comfort washed over me, the loneliness - vanished.
The sun burst through the clouds, the rain ceased,
And a smile spread across my face.