TechnoSwimmer | Jesus Christ

Rain poured.
Thunder roared.
Lightning shrieked through the night.

Ben paced.
I waited for the drip of the roof,
the snap of the fuse.

The ceiling stayed dry.
The lights died.
Ben barked his displeasure at the dawn of darkness.

I flipped the switch.
Ben offered a look of acknowledgment.

The rain pours on.
I watch the ceiling.
I watch the lights.
Ben sleeps.