Water ran down the drive like a river.
The dry earth was too hard to soak up the deluge of rain.
The dry earth was too hard to soak up the deluge of rain.
Tap, tap on the glass.
The sound muffled by the drumming of rain.
No answer.
The sound muffled by the drumming of rain.
No answer.
Tap, tap, tap. Louder and more persistent.
“Who’s there?” the feeble, trembling voice asked.
No answer.
“What do you want?”
No answer.
“What do you want?”
“I have news for you. Can I come in? I’m drenched.”
“Go away, you’re frightening me.”
Crash, crash. The knocking is no longer a tap.
“I’m getting soaked out here! Please, open the door.”
“I’m getting soaked out here! Please, open the door.”
Crash, crash.
“Just tell me what you want”
“I want to tell you about your lotto win…”
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