Storm's Comin

Two crows were sitting on a fence watching some ominous clouds roll in.

“Storms coming in,” said Kartik, the first crow.

“Sure looks to be,” agreed Cindy, the second crow.

“You reckon we ought to be heading in?” Asked Kartik.

“Sure looks like we should,” answered Cindy.

The two crows however, continued sitting on the fence as the dark clouds continued rolling in. Lightning bolts flashed way off in the distance and the sound of rumbling thunder started getting closer and closer.

“You reckon we ought to be heading in?” Asked Kartik, again.

“Sure looks like we should,” answered Cindy, again.

Droplets of rain started to fall around the crows. Small, normal drops at first but those quickly gave way to a smattering of big wet plops of rain polka dotting everything around them.

The rains only picked up from there. It was coming down really hard. The storm was upon them now. There’s no getting around it.

“You reckon we ought to be heading in?” Kartik asked, again, through the pounding rain.

“Sure looks like we should,” Cindy answered, again, as a flash of lightning lit up the world around them.

As the rain continued to relentlessly fall on Kartik and Cindy a third Crown Milton landed on the fence.

“Jesus, what took you so long!” Kartik exclaimed.

“Yeah! We’re friggin soaked dude!” Cindy added.

“Sorry! I thought it was going to pass to our east!” Milton replied.

“To our east? Have you lost your marbles?” Kartik was incredulous.

“This thing has been on a direct path ever since we spotted it!” Cindy added, fuming.

“All right! All right! Are we just going to stand here getting wet?” Said Milton, “Or are we going to go inside?”

Kartik and Cindy looked at each other and very quickly said their lines:

“You reckon we ought to be heading in?” Kartik asked.

“Sure looks like we should,” Cindy answered.

“Hell yeah, brother open sesame!” Milton exclaimed.

Underneath the fence, the crows were sitting on a door opened up. The fence the crows were sitting on detached and began a slow descent into a brightly lit cavernous living space. Loud festive music was blaring from the open room. Boisterous shouts welcoming Kartik, Cindy, and Milton down to the party were quickly heard then just as quickly muffled and closed as the panel slammed shut and a new bare, dry, fence post replaced the one that took them home.