The Half-Flood Rain by Ahan Sharma

                     

One day – not too long ago, I was at home in my balcony, with my mother and brother. The reason we stood there was because there was a cyclone warning. You’d think that was a -100 IQ idea. It was not a smart idea, yes.

If there was an unlucky thing that would’ve happened that minute, it happened almost instantly. Some rain travelled towards us. We reacted in a fraction of a second and ran – and believe me – ran so fast as if there was a hungry cheetah on the loose. But then 20 seconds after I came, there was a shower of water that fell from the clouds towards the ground. I closed the sliding door that separated the balcony from the rest of the house. In no less than 10 seconds, the entire balcony was flooded. There was no way to be sure about that, as I was rushing to close all the windows.

If you are thinking that this is not rain, it is rain. Cyclones are basically extreme rain with really fast wind. The roads were full of water. Then I felt something. Correction: Some things. The first thing I felt was a shiver down my back. And the second thing was shaking. I was shaking a lot. I felt like this was the end. But it wasn’t. I want to clear that I am not writing this from Heaven.

I had one idea though – and it might have been my last. It was to… Wait. Never mind. The rain had stopped. It was as if the rain said, ‘Do you think you’ve seen the last of me?’ When it stopped.

Of course, I have seen more rain later in my life, but it certainly wasn’t as bad as that “cyclone”. And, soon the rain cleared and I stopped panicking.