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Sometimes it rained.
Sometimes it rained like a son of a bitch. It'd be sunny and then a cloud would race over the island. It would hurl down a deluge that soaked the trees and the ground and everything that was unlucky enough to be outside at the moment. And as fast as it started, it was over. The sun returned and the jungle began to exhale steam and mist, filling the air with the perfume of green. With the roar of the rain gone, the birds complained loudly, squawking and whistling as they rejoiced the sunshine.
Dodge was one of the unfortunate ones caught out in it. He knew that there wasn't really time to take cover. By the time he found shelter the storm would be passed so he simply stood in the rain and let it beat down on him. It was warm and fresh and he didn't mind so much. It was better than the cold rain that would piss down on them in Toronto. He'd spent plenty of nights on the corner there on the strip, soaked to the bone. Now he looked like a drowned rat but at least he wasn't cold. His tank clung to his skin, transparent from the water. The long sleeve shirt that he wore to cover his arms was stuck to him, puckered and ridged. His hair was plastered to his head.
Dodge headed for the compound to find some dry clothes as the heat returned and humidity gripped him and made him sweat. He dug into his pocket to get his smokes and lighter and was pleased and relieved to find that they had stayed dry. He figured since he was already wet he could wait a little longer and stood outside the compound doors, just smoking and dripping dry.
Sometimes it rained like a son of a bitch. It'd be sunny and then a cloud would race over the island. It would hurl down a deluge that soaked the trees and the ground and everything that was unlucky enough to be outside at the moment. And as fast as it started, it was over. The sun returned and the jungle began to exhale steam and mist, filling the air with the perfume of green. With the roar of the rain gone, the birds complained loudly, squawking and whistling as they rejoiced the sunshine.
Dodge was one of the unfortunate ones caught out in it. He knew that there wasn't really time to take cover. By the time he found shelter the storm would be passed so he simply stood in the rain and let it beat down on him. It was warm and fresh and he didn't mind so much. It was better than the cold rain that would piss down on them in Toronto. He'd spent plenty of nights on the corner there on the strip, soaked to the bone. Now he looked like a drowned rat but at least he wasn't cold. His tank clung to his skin, transparent from the water. The long sleeve shirt that he wore to cover his arms was stuck to him, puckered and ridged. His hair was plastered to his head.
Dodge headed for the compound to find some dry clothes as the heat returned and humidity gripped him and made him sweat. He dug into his pocket to get his smokes and lighter and was pleased and relieved to find that they had stayed dry. He figured since he was already wet he could wait a little longer and stood outside the compound doors, just smoking and dripping dry.