When Rain falls.

Thunder roars in the background of the room, with one light on a table, a man sitting across from me. The spotlight on him and the table. I stand waiting for a response from that man while standing just outside the reach of the light. " Please take a seat, Dave.", he says with concern. I sit down across from him.

The air is cold and I wait there patiently. There's a brief moment of silence, then he asks me a question? "Do you know the reason why it never stopped raining here?" I turn my head with a gesture of confusion. "I believe you should know. When is the last time you spoke to your mother about the truth?"

He begins to a light cigarette and a small vent in the ceiling opens to let the smoke out and some water drips in. The vent closes quickly. I finally notice we have been swaying back and forth slowly. The walls are strange. The whole time we were here, the water from kept hitting the roof of this room leaving echos behind to stay and I am growing concerned. "Where are we? Are we on a ship?", I ask. "How did we get here? "

He interupts me quickly, "It's been a week and the rain has not stopped. We're in a shipping container! ". I sit confused with more questions. I don't know what is going on.

I think back to a week ago the weather man on tv said we would finally get rain after such a horrible drought. That first hour after the rain started I'll never forget. It just kept raining at the same pace and no one seemed concerned at first. It's was a calm I now beg for.

On the second hour later my mother said, "I've got a chill in my bones hun, something isn't right. " Its been four hours the streets are beginning to flood. My mother was onto something but in her old age she can't really get around without her cane. She stumbles into her room and gives me the car keys and says, "Call your father and tell him to get the fishing boat ready."

With sadness bellowing from her heart she said "I won't be coming with. This curse is something I have to deal with alone. Your eighteen now and the gods want their due. " I plead with her to explain what is going but she motions me to move on. The gods! What was she talking about. The year is 2020 and she is over here talking nonsense. Dementia is a horrible thing but I can't seem to shake that this is something more.

My father is called on the fifth hour and we begin heading to the ship in a huge truck lifted off the ground and the water is now getting to the point driving is becoming difficult. Luckily we live near the shoreline and father owns a fishermans ship. We get on the ship and the water is choppy, the clouds grey. The S.S. Clementine named after the women father loves has seen rougher waters but I didn't know what was to happen next.

Its been couple days and the rain doesn't let up. Clouds are still grey and the water is still choppy. My dad yelled, "Pirates!!". The waves slammed the ship with such force I was knocked on to floor and out cold.

I am now sitting in what looks like a shipping container. "Well son, I don't think we are getting out of this one." My father sits across from with a frown and ask," How long was I out? "

"Son, it was couple hours. "

"Why didn't the pirates just kill us? "

He looks at me and with a stern eye. "I don't know but this boat has not stopped moving. "

I finally asked the question that has been bothering me. "What did mom mean by the gods want their due? " My father continued smoking and said "So she never brought up the truth." I looked at him concerned "What truth? " He answers "Our bloodline is cursed by Psiedion and if your mother and I let you live past 18 years old the rain will never stop. "

I sit in the chair just stunned with confusion. I speak in disbelief and sarcastily say, "What now? I have to die to stop the rain? " He says nothing and just looks at me. I can tell I hit a nerve. He then speaks, "I asked for great harvest and a for son to continue that harvest. When I was with your mother she was barren and couldn't have children. " I sat contently and listened, "While praying to God for a miracle, one night after not hauling many fish for the season. I stepped off the boat to where you mother is now. And fell in love"

He smiles and continues, "I loved her deeply. One night she passed away in her sleep. I was furious and sadden. A man came knocking on our door. He said he knew what just happened. His name was Psideon. And the price to save her was the child she bore or she dies once again. If the child lives to see 18 years old he would curse the land and our bloodline. "

I ask in continued denial about what I am hearing, "You want me to believe that Psideon is real?" Father looks at me and leans in. "You are the reason the rain will never stop. I don't have the heart to kill. So be ready. I hope you haven't forgotten how to swim. " The ships rocking back forth more and more. Okay, I now have to ask another question to my father. "What do I do dad? ". He leans back into the chair. "The weather is a sign that the curse has begun and their is no stopping it. We have to sink this ship. "

My stands and goes to a corner in the back of the room and emerges into the light with a handgun and a battery operated drill and...

"Then what, then what.! " a child is sitting on his bed waiting for what happens next so eagerly. "Sorry son it's well passed your bedtime."

" Awe ", the child shrugs and lays down and his mother kisses him goodnight on his forehead.

"So when do you think Dad is coming back Mom? ", the boy looks up to Mom for reassurance. Mom puts the book she was reading down by the bed and says, "When Rain falls son. "

"OK mom, but it's been a month and it hasn't rained." Mother looks back at her son and before closing his door she says, "I know, I love you and Good Night. "