RHYTHM OF THE RAIN [O]

Heavy sheets of rain fell from the darkened sky as the rainstorm overtook the city. On the streets people darted about attempting to make it home dry. Heath glanced over at the people before continuing his business which sat neatly and colorfully on the windowsill. Two miniature pots rested together with masking tape labels to denote their names. Otis, his star cactus, and Jean Jr, his peanut cactus, were flowering despite the dreary weather. Their presence in Heath’s empty apartment added much needed touch of color.

He loved his little plants and aimed to buy more once the weather wasn’t so terrible and the funds were available. The little cheapskate. It was shitty Friday to say the least but he was content for the most part. Despite his straight face, he hummed a little tune as he watered his cacti. The blond had slept in that morning, and skipped class. Nothing of much importance was going on at school anyway. Besides, there was no way in hell he would’ve stepped out of his apartment. No, instead the young man had stayed in his jammies, turned off his phone, and loaded up shows on Netflix. Fuck the outside world. He would much rather wrap himself in a cocoon of blankets than have to interact with another human being. He half glared at the front door as if threatening it to stay quiet.