I love a rainy night

It rained all night last night. I sat outside in my yard, watching the droplets brush the leaves this way and that way. I listened to the soothing sounds of the wind and rain. It was like one of those ambient noise tapes of the rain, only much more wet.

I could not let the weather distract me though. I had an important mission. I was studying the man across the street. His bald head reflected the light of the streetlamps. He was of average build and wore flannel shirts. He walked with a limp, but he did not use a cane. "Too proud," I thought.

I reached into the plastic bag that the modeling clay was packaged in. My hands worked quickly, fighting the elements. I molded a rough figurine of the man, doing my best despite the darkness and rain. After a few minutes they were nearly identical, but in 1:10 scale.

When I was finished, I brought the figurine inside and played unsettling, sick games with it.