“Rain, Rain, Go away. Come again some other day.”
Agnes opened her eyes and turned her head towards the whisper. She saw nothing beside her but the window. Droplets of rain raced each other down the pane. The sky beyond it lit up for a brief moment as lightning struck down.
The thunder rumbled a moment later and she clenched her eyes shut. She couldn’t get the soft voice out of her head.
“It’s raining; it’s pouring. The old man is snoring. He went to bed; he bumped his head. And he couldn’t get up in the morning.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks as the rain rolled down the window. The darkness on the other side of her blanket illuminated again.
“Mama, why couldn’t the old man get up?”
She remembered. She remembered another storm, the little girl curled up in her arms as she rocked the glider back and forth. She sang the songs to calm the little girl’s fears of the thunder and lightning.
“He bumped his head, Mattie. He had a headache and didn’t want to wake up.”
“Oh.” She watched the little girl consider what she’d said. “Is that why you don’t want to get up in the morning? Did you bump your head?”
Agnes put a pillow over her head. She didn’t want to remember anymore. She didn’t want to think of the little girl she’d left. She wanted to bump her head and forget.
This piece was written as a part of my fictional work-in-progress, Finding Agnes. You can find more from Finding Agnes here.
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