I Wish It Would Stop Raining

I’ve been trapped alone inside my apartment for the past few days. It’s really dark both inside and out, and the nights are almost as cold as winter is. If not for the generator, I wouldn’t have electricity, but we all know this is also going to go out after a while. I do have my battery backups, so at least there’s that.

The last message I received from her was “Take care”. There’s no reply from any of my text messages afterwards, not even a single “I love you too”. I still text her every day, hoping she would see my message and reply. She did tell me she was about to run out of load, I just wasn’t expecting it to be so soon.

As the pour slowly got lighter, I kept on checking for a reply. The skies were still dark, and the wind is strong as ever, almost feeling like it can shatter the windows if it’s thin enough. The muddy waters that consumed half of the first floor of the apartment feels like a nightmare just looking at it, not even trying to stay in it. I’m sure no one is brave enough other than the military to try and swim the waters.

The winds got noticeably slower, yet the trees kept on going down and getting swept away. The radio signal got clearer as well. I’m thankful for the people who never stops working even during a storm as powerful as this. They talked about the places hit, and how much damage was done. Her place was said to have extreme flooding, with many property being soaked, and people being trapped in their roofs. Her home is tall though, so at least I was still a little confident.

I finally got a call, and to my luck it was her number calling. I immediately answered it, but the voice talking wasn’t hers. And as the reporter spoke about the strength of the storm, the call got choppy, the radio was static, the winds came back stronger. The outside wasn’t as scary anymore, but every day after that passed by slower, and it just kept on raining, almost flooding.

To this day I’m still waiting for her reply. I just wish it stopped raining months ago, when she didn’t come home and just stayed with me. If not for her parents, I wouldn’t have let her go. But I’m sure some day, soon enough, we’ll finally meet again, when the cold nights feel comforting, and the storm in my room stops getting me soaked.

Hi, Alice here. I'm trying to practice foreshadowing in this story. I don't care if you don't recommend this story, but I'll be happy enough if you reached this far in reading. Always keep safe.

Some context as well since, again, this is practice, and I thought that some parts might be too deep or too confusing to understand. 

The 5th (fifth) paragraph is about his girlfriend being gone, swept by the floods. Ever since that day, he's just been depressed, always crying. He's still waiting because he's now delusional, but the depression finally got him by the end. 

Thank you for reading.