Voices in the Rain.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Some people will always stay by your side. Based on a true story from a friend of mine.

Submitted: October 12, 2017

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I can still remember the voice. The horrific sound it left lingering in my car as I hurried home through the storm.

The splatter of rain, the tearing of wind, the roar of the gods screeching against the glass that protected me from the beast. I couldn’t fathom to you the force the rain unleashed against the windshield of my car, and I couldn’t tell you how the world around me looked for I could barely see anything past the falling flood. I was tired, worn from the hard day of work that I had longed to end, and my eyes were struggling to keep away from hells welcoming mat. The only thing that kept me awake was the flash of lighting, and the call of thunder.

As I drove softly down the flooded road, I kept my eyes peeled and intensive on the little openings my window wipers would provide for me. The towers of trees that watched down upon me waved ferociously as the wind carried away their leaves. The full moon was blocked out by the dark clouds below it, and the trees didn’t help my case. No light passed its barrier, and my head lights were giving out to the storms call for destruction. The occasional flicker of it would pound at my heart, causing me to slow my pace on the pedal, but then the light would get right back up and continue to lead the way.

Despite my desire to rest, I refused to cower before Mother Nature. I could see vividly the face my daughter made as she watched the rain fall from her window. I could see the worry in her eyes. I could see the longing gaze of my wife as she would wait by the door, occasionally glancing out in hope for my safe return. I could see the worry in her eyes. They were the reason I fought; the reason I kept pushing forward through such insufferable conditions that it would break a man to the point of letting go of the handle that bounded this world and him. I wasn’t much of a father, nor was I much of a husband, but I was there; I worked hard, I never gave up, and I was there for them. ... I was there for them. I was.

While I was driving along, I was approaching this sharp corner that laid at the end of the straight way. The wind was kicking up, and the thunder grew louder with each passing second that I took to come home, and just as I approached the halfway mark between me and the turn, a flash of lighting tore at the Earth and screamed across the entire state. I wanted to rip the muscles from my ears clean off to make the pain stop, but I had to hold onto the wheel as the corner approached. The rain cried louder at the ground below, the wind shredded at the trees all around me, and just as the corner grew just beyond the tips of my fingers, my headlights died.

I froze. My heart had stopped, and I gazed deeply into nothingness as my car continued to rush forward into the empty void. I no longer heard the rain, and the wind seemed to have drifted elsewhere. The thunder had stopped raging across the sky, and the world just appeared to have fallen into utter silence. Then I heard her.

“PUSH THE BRAKE!” My body was thrusted forward on its own and slammed its foot into the metal plate. The car skidded abruptly down the concrete road, and quickly came to a stop. My seatbelt clung tightly to my chest as I was thrown forward, and just as I was conscious enough to look up, one of the largest trees I had ever bared witness to collapsed dead center in the middle of the road, inches away from my car. Despite it all, I was alive.

I contemplated a lot on what had happened while I was in the car, but it wasn’t till after a while that I recalled the voice. I checked back to my seats to see if anyone had snuck a free ride, but it was as empty as the very road I laid thrown out on. I was confused, for I was positive I had heard the cry of a little girl. Not knowing if I were hallucinating or not from the shear lack of sleep, I decided to kick open my door and check the surroundings for anyone. After a while of calling out to no one, I just stood motionless in the pouring rain that had welcomed itself back into my mind. I was alone in the streets. There was only me, a 40 year old man deprived of sleep, standing alone in the rain with a tree blocking the road and a car with a busted headlight. It was only me out there. It was only me.

Yes, I remember the voice. I remember the voice that saved my life that fateful night. I remember how it pushed past the blades of Mother Nature, so it could reach me in time. I remember how it held my hand when I stood alone in the rain for hours, how it told me it was proud, how it told me not to cry, and that I’m still a good father. … Yes, I remember the voice that saved my life that fateful night. Yes, the voice that was there for me.

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