It’s Raining, It’s Pouring

inside car rain outsideJack and Ally sat in Jack’s car while Ed went into the Midnite Mart for smokes, beer and something else. He wasn’t too clear on that part. Whatever it was, it was taking a long time. Jack played a game on his phone while they waited. Ally stared out the window at the rain.

“It gets dark fast here,” Ally observed.

“Hmm?” Jack replied without looking at her.

“I mean, like, it’s only 5:30 and it’s dark already.”

Jack continued playing his game on his phone.

“Do you call this a shower, or what?” Ally asked.

“What?”

“I mean, is this ‘a shower’ or, like, rain?”

“I dunno.”

“ ‘Cause the weather lady said there’d be showers tonight, but, like, seriously? This looks like rain to me.”

“OK.”

“So, what the fuck’s the difference?”

“I dunno.”

“I mean, where I come from, it’s raining or it’s not. Like, this is rain.”

“When it rains, like,” Ally continued, “what do you say it’s doing? Do you say it’s raining, or do you say it’s ‘showering?’ ”

“Uh, I dunno.” Jack looked up from his phone and out the windshield of his car. “I say it’s raining,” and then went back to his game.

“That’s what I’m sayin’! So, like, what do you say when it’s, like, pouring, like, hard, or something?”

Jack sighed and said, “I dunno,  I say ‘it’s really raining hard, man,’ I guess.”

Ally looked at Jack. “I thought you guys had special words for rain, like, the Eskimos for ‘snow.’”

“What?” Jack put his game on pause and looked back at Ally. “What the fuck you talkin’ about?”

“Don’t you guys have special names for rain?”

“Like, what?”

“Like, I dunno, like… down pour, or waterfall, or sprinkle, or mist, or…”

“What the fuck! Rain. Alright? We call it rain!”

“Do you ever say, like, instead of ‘it’s raining,’ do you say, ‘it’s sprinkling?’ ”

“I dunno! Maybe?” Jack thought a second. “OK, like, OK…I say, ‘it’s only sort of raining,’ or ‘its not raining, it’s kinda wet, or ‘it’s not raining.”

“Even when, like, there’s rain, only it’s just sprinkling, you say it’s not raining?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“I dunno! ‘Cause, it’s not raining!”

Ed jumped into the back seat. “OK, I’m good.”

Ally turned to Ed, “Ed, is it raining, or is it showering?”

Ed looked at Ally, “What? Oh, I guess,” he looked out his window, “It’s sort of raining. Kind of. Whatever.”

3 thoughts on “It’s Raining, It’s Pouring

  1. Love this! The timing and rhythm are perfect. Jack’s energy rising at her relentless perturbing. I like that we know nothing about their relationships to each other, so we get to imagine all sorts of things. Great fun. 🙂
    Re: the Beach House – I read your subtle re-writes (so good), but I don’t think I ever got back to you on it (under the weather for a few days). It felt like his wife had died. And then I wondered what happened to their children. That’s as far as I got with it. Am I close? 🙂

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    1. Thanks! Glad you like it. And you are right…his wife died. Good thought about the kids. I was going to add them in,as a matter of fact, but decided I didn’t want to make the piece any longer so ended with his toast.

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