Empty House

I watched tiny rivers form in my carport as the heavy rain inundated the dry ground.
Her breaths from inside sounded like a convict in a death chamber.
I watched small debris flow rapidly downstream with bugs clinging to dear life.
The deafening sound of rain drowned out her desperate screams from within the house.
I sat preoccupied with the micro flood appearing before my very eyes.
Her cries seem muffled now. Like the ghosts of summer's past.
The rain slowed and stopped to reveal a vengeful sun.
Silence then filled the house.
The water receded and the day finally ended.
I then walked back through the ajar door...And sat down in my dry but empty house...