I remember this night better than I remember last night.
My sister was only ten, and I only seven. At the time my
mother worked third shift, she was driving us to our
baby-sitters house. It was dark out, I don't remember
exactly what time it was but it was late. I had on my
favorite pink nightgown, it was wet from running to the car
in the downpour. I was on the right side of the backseat
looking out at the rain, it was raining very hard that night.
No one was talking, we were all very tired. There was no
radio playing--my mother hated music. looking out the
window I remember watching the rain hit that long piece of
metal that lines roads with cliffs on the sides. Watching
that strip of metal being hit so hard with rain, it was very
amusing to me for some reason, but then the metal stopped-
the cliff was still there but the metal stopped. I listened to
the rain being drastically moved by th