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The wind was even worse on the bike. The rain drizzled and slammed into me like little bullets. It was a relief when I finally got off the bike. I met Chiefo standing beneath the shade of an empty shop. The rain had begun to intensify. I quickly rushed towards her and took shade in the shop. The biker man sped off and was swallowed up in the storm.
“Hey,” I said.
She smiled up at me. “I think God hates me.”
I laughed and moved close to her. “Why would you say that?”
“Because you wanna take me out and he’s messing everything up.”
I looked deep into her eyes. Her hair was half covering her eyes and was matted against her face.
“Let’s not cast blame on anyone alright? Every challenge gives rise to an opportunity, a wise man once said.”
She shivered. “I’m guessing the wise man is you.”
“The wise man is me.” I held her hands. It felt cold. Her clothes were soaked and clung to her body. But I was crazy. I just had to do it.
We ran into the rain. The thunder rumbled, taunting us to be afraid of it. But we ran into the street and kept on running.
“Where are you taking me?” she said.
“Shhhh… you’ll love it there.” I sprinted even faster, holding her hands so she could keep up.
“But it’s raining,” she complained.
As if in agreement to that, forks of lightening flashed across the sky, illuminating the darkened heavens in angry sparks.
“Oh my God!” Chiefo screamed.
I knew what was to come and used my hands to shield her ears. And then it came. Like a blast from a shot gun and the roar of a lion all rolled into one, its mighty roar silenced our breathing for a few seconds. We were afraid that if we so much as breathed, it would strike us dead.
And then it was over.
I removed my hands from Chiefo’s ears.
“Wow. How was it? I could barely hear it. Thanks.” She said.
“It was a breeze. Are you scared of thunder?”
“Yeah. Who isn’t?”
The universe must have been happy with us because we found a biker man in the storm. We got on the bike and zoomed off. Chiefo sat in front of me and leaned against my chest.
I whispered into her ear. “Hey, wanna do something stupid?”
She giggled. “Running in the rain is probably the most stupid thing I’ve done today.”
I held her waist. “Lean to the side and I’ll hang you over like a flag.”
“Are you serious? No way,” she shook her head. The rain hammered into us in such torrents that even our screams sounded like whispers.
“I’m going to do it.”
I leaned to the side and held out my hands like I was flying. I just let the rain rush into my face like hails of bullets. I opened my eyes and looked at Chiefo. She was smiling.