Gizmo

I woke to the roaring booms of thunder. As I opened my eyes I could smell it. It was going to rain. I quickly scrambled to my feet to gather all the buckets and bottles; to uncover the barrels. It’s been 67 days since the last time it had rained. Just as I pulled the last lid on the last barrel it began to down pour . A sense of relief washed over me. ITS RAINING !!! Thank the heavens it’s raining !! FINALLY! The cool rain felt refreshing against my skin. I was filled with happiness and hopefulness. I twirled in it laughing like a lunatic and as quickly as it brought me happiness it took it away . The rain was causing my already weak dirt and leaf made hut to crack. Fuckkkkk meee ! I thought to myself. Ahhhhhhh I let out a loud groan. All I could do was cry as I watched my crappy hut crumble apart. My cries must have woken josiah. I could hear him giggling in the over turned blue barrel. As i approached the barrel I could see his legs kicking up the tattered blaket covering him. He’s was giggling and playing with his hands. Happy as can be. I scooped him up into my arms and slowly rocked him. He smiled. His smile made my heart flutter and ache at the same time. I have to find us a safe place to live but everywhere is overrun with the dead or the corrupt. Josiah began to cry softly he must be hungry. I took out my breast to nurse him. He quickly latched on. The pain from my chapped n*****s gave me a headache. He sucked and sucked little to nothing came out. His cries turned into blood curling screams. I placed him back into the barrel and quickly ran to my book bag to grab a bottle for water. I grabbed two. I had emergency canned Formula. Siah crying had sent me into a full on panic mode. What if something or worst someone hears him. I filled the bottles with three scoops of formula each and sprinted to the buckets . I had dipped one of the bottles into the water filled bucket. Pulled it out shook it and raced back to Josiah. The closer I got to him the harder he cried. I yanked him out of the barrel into my arms and shoved the bottle into his mouth to silence him . He gripped the bottle so tight I could see the fog on the bottle his little warm hands created. I stared at him as he happily enjoyed his milk as if nothing happened. Little jerk. I sat on the ground near the barrel under tarp “shelter” I had first made. It was still so hot even though it was raining. I hate the heat.