This rain won’t stop…,he said…,just keeps comin’ down…have to build an ark…,he told her…,reminds me of that time in Batesville when we had that bad storm…all night it rained…thunder too…,the bony man lit a cigarette…closed his Zippo…,you remember that honey…’member that…we were both soaked to the bone…kids cryin’…it was somethin’…this storm’s just like it…just like it…

you roll up the windows on the truck…,she asked…he shook his head…,you best go do that…probably too late by now…it’s always too late with you…,the blonde muttered under her breath…go on…roll up those windows…don’t wanna sit on no wet seat tomorrow…,took a drink of iced tea…

I’m goin’…gonna do it right now…,put on his jacket…,could’ve swore I rolled em up…it’s always somethin’…always somethin’…get tired of it…

tired of what…

always somethin’ havin’ to be done…

that’s just the nature of things…just the way it is…now go on…go on and get out there…,she adjusted her tube top…,check the shed too while you’re at it…make sure it’s locked…

gotcha…

She lit a cigarette and sat down at the kitchen table…and started to cry…