Seeping into his already saturated clothes, inflicting blow
after blow upon his lacerated body. The rain began its final savage onset. He
lay there. Limbs spread across the ground, head lolled slightly to the side,
occasionally taking shuddering breaths, he lay there. He attempted to incite
any form of movement, his crippled body futilely attempting to topple its
insurmountable inertia. Eventually he stopped struggling and the life slowly
crept from his eyes.
The other man stood to the front of the misshapen sprawling structure that he had once considered a domestic haven. He took notice of the nihility and the cavernous void created by those who had left him. The vengeful rain enveloped him ready to exact retribution for the crime he had just committed. She had left. He was alone with solely the rain for company.
She watched him walk away from the trembling remnant of his actions, the man he had brutally attacked. Chaotically, illogically he had struck and continued. He had left then, without remorse. She was shocked into panic, into incredulity, into revulsion. She ran, shimmering shoes pushing aside water like tears, fearfully fleeing to the sides. She gathered her things from their home and ran back into the rain.
He hung there, the rope taut, his last thoughts grieving his wife and the man he had killed. The only sound they had left was that of the midnight rain.