The Old Man and the Dog
Created | Updated Aug 29, 2010
The wind blew harder as the foreboding sky darkened.
The smell of rain was in the air.
The sheets on the clothesline fluttered in the air as the wind tormented them.
One finally gave up on the endless war and flew off into the barren distance.
The old man and his dog sat together on the front porch of the country house, waiting.
One sat in a rocker, smoking his lonely pipe.
The other, on the floor, drooling.
"Well 'ol boy," the man said to the dog.
"Looks like a big one's about to hit."
And the old man was right.
The storm came, soaking the empty fields before them.
And the rain, as though it was a wall, came.
Just as the old man took down the fluttering sheets from the clothesline.
"Well 'ol boy," the man said to the dog.
"Better get inside now."
The dog followed the old man into the country house.
As the raging storm chased the blue sky miles away.
The rain flooded the soil, turning dips in the land to rivers.
"Well 'ol boy," the man said to the dog.
"Looks like we'll just have to wait it out.
