Empty House

I watched tiny rivers form in my carport as the heavy rain inundated the dry ground. Her breaths from inside sounded like a convict in a death chamber. I watched small debris flow rapidly downstream with bugs clinging to dear life. The deafening sound of rain drowned out her desperate screams from within the house. I sat preoccupied with the micro flood appearing before my very eyes. Her cries seem muffled now. Like the ghosts of summer's past. The rain slowed and stopped to reveal a vengeful sun. Silence then filled the house. The water receded and the day finally ended. I then walked back through the ajar door...And sat down in my dry but empty house...