Colors in the pelting rain

Finally, I locked him out.

Yes he was beaten by the rain, and two of his fingers were even out, but yet the remorse I had for him was closer to 0 than it was to 100.

The funniest thing is that I had watched him try to survive the rain. His body slumped over the grey and red interlocking of the compound. His eyes barely opened, yet alert enough to help him turn without getting hinged by any sharp objects.

When it was raining I felt a little bad for him. I couldn’t help but watch him during the semi breaks I gave myself to cool my nerves down.

I would observe when he changed positions and it was obvious that he was weighing his options. To go towards the wall or to go towards the house. Decisions. Decisions.

I wonder if he had a wife and a few children. Maybe ten or eleven. Two boys and nine girls. I wonder if he was well respected in his land, or wherever he came from.

I wonder if he taught his children “life hacks”, and played with them till the sunset faded away. Most of all I wonder what his name is if he has one.

Finally, after about two hours of deliberation, he chose to come into the house. I suspected he would choose that, I mean of course he wanted to live past today. What creature wouldn’t choose life?

Yes, I locked him out, but soon the sun would rear her yellow bubbly head, and greeted the earth with her fury. Although for some other creatures it would be like hell on earth.

For him, he’d have a chance to start the day all over again. No pelting rain, no dark skies, just heat.

At least he’d have a story to tell about the day he had to chose between the wall and the house. He’d have an experience that can help others of his kind. Sort of “a hack for rainy days”.

He’ll have a chance to nurse his lost fingers, but most of all he’ll have the chance to be a Lizard again.

Photo credit: Me, this is a picture of the lizard after making his decision.

Thanks for reading!

Love, E.