By Dan Slaten
There was no end in sight to all the rain. Drop after drop, wave after wave, day after day, like a tearful deluge from Heaven, down it came, the way it always seemed to come during the darkest hours of his life. If he wasn’t careful he would be swept away and lost forever in the growing flood, and somehow that didn’t seem like the worst fate he could suffer. No, the worst would be if the rain actually stopped and he had to go outside to face the world again. So he stood by, prayed, and watched the rain fall.
Better to cringe in misery than to face the unknown of real life. Great story, Dan!
Ah, the perfect description of depression. Nicely done.