Running in the Rain

The rain fell down hard on the pavement, splashed onto the puddles, soaked the mud, and spruced up the green. The trees revelled in their favorite weather, it had been particularly hot and arid these last few weeks. The constant patter of rain falling on the cold, wet gravel, splashing through layers of fern and shrubs, and the weak growls of a thunder that would not come were the only sounds. Vision was minimal, the rain was too fast and heavy. Wetness pervaded the air. She rain through the rain, shook her head, it was heavy with water, her hair spraying it everywhere.

She ran through the rain, it was strong and powerful. 

She was late. She was very late. Her clothes were heavy, sticking to her body, and if she tried to move too fast, they would sway with the motion of her body, and slap onto her over and again.

She was late. She had been told to be there at a certain time, and she had left accordingly. Then, a lot of things went wrong, the subway stopped working, the lights went out in these few blocks. Her phone would not accept signals. She could not order a car. It was fifteen minutes away. The timing had to be perfect though. Otherwise, it would not be complete.

She was late. So she ran, fast as she could. She was not out of breath, she imagined what it would have been like if she were unfit, that would really have delayed this, she wouldnt have made it, and then there would be hell to pay. She felt a little bit of fear rising in her stomach, murmuring in her throat, at the thought of not being able to do it. Would it be so bad?

She was late. What would happen if she did not make it? She did not intend on finding out. She ran past the stone gargoyles, past the small veranda that looked out into the river, she ran past a family of straggling tourists, the father clumping something under his shirt, a camera, by the shape of it, holding an umbrella with his other hand, the mother had her head down, and was holding the hand of her daughter. The daughter looked confused, she seemed to be enjoying the rain, but her parents were upset about it, so maybe she was not supposed to like it?

She was late. She stopped to catch her breath. In front of her, two men stood arguing. One was wiry, he wasnt short, but he stood tall, and the bulky man who stood in front of him was maybe half a foot taller than him, but he cowered, visibly trembling, even in this low visibility rain. Her heart skipped a beat. Maybe she should get out of here. They stood in the middle of the way.

The rain shattered onto the ground, in droves.

Two bodies were found, blood pooling, playing with the puddles formed by the rain. Throats viciously cut. One wiry, one tall.

A runner ran on.