“drenched”
It poured harshly, the skies darkened with clouds that shifted and stirred with thunder and lightening the very sky shuddered with each crack of thunder. Flashes of light drowning out the darkness after each boom of sound that tore across the cloud covered sky. At first there was nothing. And then there was a figure. The world stood silent, the thunder pausing upon it’s arrival and only the smooth continuous sound of rain remained. The figure was soaked from head to toe, the burlap cloth sunken in against it’s metal skeleton clinging to the rusted metal beneath. It’s head sunk down low nearly pressed down against its chest weighed down with water the eye hole crudely shut from the weight of water. Even so the illumination of it’s lantern is what really made its presence known. The fire lit wick fluttering harshly as the wind blew the lantern this way and that. Odd mummerings and hushed whispers began to slowly creep from the creature it’s body swaying lightly in the wind as crude mockeries of voices spoke out with raspy grasps and hushed growls. “A storm brews today.” “ɐɯɐɯ ploɔ sᴉ uᴉɐɹ ǝɥ┴” “It’s geeeting LATE pleaseee can we go home now?” “Did you hear that?” “?taht raeh uoy diD“ “Not afraid of a little LIGHTENNNING are yoooouu?”
It didn’t seem to be talking to anyone. It spoke rapidly, often over itself and even answering itself. Even repeating the same phrases over to itself in different ways. Perhaps it was unaware of the other, or perhaps it’s head was in other places. Even so it fell limp and quiet a few moments later once more the sound of rain took over the still air.
