{"sf1_id":316538,"sf2_id":"znJPlW3e","title":"As The Rain Came Down Redux","author":"Io","words":4040,"posted_at":"2011-12-14T01:37:00.000Z","tags":["Death","Gay","Irish Town","Otter","Pain","Sorrow","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/316538-as-the-rain-came-down-redux","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/znJPlW3e","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/13/df/13dfc33d-b484-40c0-a1e1-c3fd9214c8fa","description":"As The Rain Came Down","content":"_As The Rain Came Down_\n\n_Late Saturday afternoon, the waves were pounding the rocks, high tide was coming in, as dark heavy clouds were slowly moving to shore \u0026 inland, you can smell the sea salt in the air on this Irish village, a peaceful place to live \u0026 to rise a family._\n\n_Friendly furrys whit a big heart \u0026 open minds, always ready to lend a paw to help each other out._\n\n_Narrator._\n\n_Marcus a Wolf/Huskie 29, good looks; average height \u0026 a gay conservative as he comes in to door of the Moms \u0026 Pops general store \u0026 tea shop._\n\n_Mr. \u0026 Mrs. Jameson are the owners of such place, they take pride in saying, \"Come in, take a seat, have a cup of tea \u0026 say what's on your mind\" \u0026 they live by this creed, they treat you as family._\n\n_As Marcus went in Mrs. Jameson see him coming \u0026 smiles saying, Marcus, Marcus where have you been this past 3 weeks?_\n\n_She comes from behind the counter \u0026 hugs him in a mothers embrace as she kisses him on the cheek as Marcus returns the kiss._\n\n_Went to the city, to file some papers work, as you know not all things can be done by e-mails \u0026 online._\n\n_Mrs. Jameson. That's reminds me, you promise to bring me up to date on my computer skills._\n\n_Yes, let me get things together \u0026 I will come in a couple of days in the afternoon \u0026 we will start O.k. Miss Jameson nods at him meaning yes._\n\n_Well, what will it be Marcus? I need some groceries making supper this evening, may I have some can soup \u0026 as he was going to say the next word he hears a yell calling out his name, \"MARCUS my lad!\"_\n\n_It was Mr. Jameson that was steeping out from the warehouse, they hugs as Marcus told him, Sir you still have a tight hug, some laughter \u0026 chuckle; well, we baggers are a strong ones you know even as we are old we still give any furry a good fight;' he rises his paws._\n\n_Mrs. Jameson. Come now, don't you raise hell in this place Joseph Jameson; remember the last time you did?_\n\n_Mr. Jameson. Yes love, but the lad was asking for it \u0026 I only had a black eye, he got a broken bloody nose, hahaha... but we settle it whit some good old whisky \u0026 shake of the paw._\n\n_Great Fang; I only wish I was here that day, as Marcus chuckle._\n\n_Have time for some good Irish whisky lad, I got my special reserve you know, as Marcus licks his muzzle saying, I can't but let's make it two weeks on saturday at shenanigans' pub, I have still some work to finish then you \u0026 I will have some drinks also if you get me drunk enough I will sing some tunes._\n\n_Marcus gently grabs Mrs. Jameson paw as kisses it, I expect to see you there Mrs. Jameson._\n\n_Mr. Jameson. That's a good lad, so, its settle, two weeks on Saturday evening, takes out his paw as he spits on it \u0026 its end on a paw shake._\n\n_Mrs. Jameson, now here Marcus, hear is you grocery's \u0026 some of my soup, you know you can't refuse it, you love my cooking!_\n\n_Marcus. Whit a big smile and a wag of his tail; tells her, who can refuse anything from you, I sure not even the great fang god!_\n\n_Miss Jameson. Come now, don't you be blaspheming as she blush, they all chuckle._\n\n_Narrator._\n\n_As Marcus pays \u0026 heads out the door, it's was all ready raining down \u0026 hard._\n\n_He's steeps are kind of slow \u0026 he turns his lapel upward to cover himself; as he catches from the right corner of his eye a figure not to tall as he speaks to him, Sir, have some speared change...?_\n\n_Marcus keeps on walking but suddenly the question hits his brain, before he was going to take a next steep he turns around \u0026 sees an otter all wet from the rain under the canopy of the store._\n\n_As he looks at him whit more detail, he is surprise as he asks, you're not from this town I see, what are you doing out in the rain, you're a tourist lad?_\n\n_No, I'm just kind of passing through but I didn't calculate my expenses so the bus let me down on the main road from here_\n\n_Marcus. I see, well you going to need more than just speared change to get out of the rain \u0026 to a dry place in this town._\n\n_Yes sir,_\n\n_Marcus, please don't call me sir, well Then if you don't call me lad I won't call you Sir, as he chuckles._\n\n_Marcus smiles, that's fare enough, steeping closer to him, I'm Marcus what's yours lad, opps... Sorry there extends his paw to him._\n\n_The otter smiles; mine is Roland as he takes Marcus paw \u0026 shakes it as thunder of a lighting roared._\n\n_Marcus saying; we better get out of the rain; I don't want to be hit by lighting, let's go to my house it's down some blocks from here._\n\n_Roland. I accept, thank you._\n\n_Narrator._\n\n_Now Roland is 24, good looks, a strapping body, cheerful \u0026 a free spirited one._\n\n_As they get to the house \u0026 walk in a thunder breaks the silence._\n\n_Marcus looks at Roland, you're trembling, cold? I thought otters didn't get cold!_\n\n_Roland well yes we do, you're seeing it, he chuckles whit a worry face \u0026 rubbing is paws._\n\n_Marcus Let's get out of these clothes, there is some there in that room as he point to it, there are towels also._\n\n_Marcus asks, I suppose you haven't eating anything, right?_\n\n_Roland. Nothing, not even a descent peace of brown bread; hungry as hell._\n\n_Marcus. Here, have a shot of whisky this will stop your trembling \u0026 warm you up a little before we eat._\n\n_Marcus head to the kitchen as Roland heads to the room._\n\n_Roland nice place, I will get the fire starting as soon I get these things off._\n\n_Marcus thank you._\n\n_Minutes past by as Roland steps out of the room \u0026 kneels to the fire place, asking got any matches?_\n\n_Marcus yes, there just on top of the fire place, in a little brown box._\n\n_Roland saying, I found them! But he soon discovers a marble urn; he stares at it in odd._\n\n_Marcus comes out of the kitchen he sees the fire burning as the crackling of the wood and flames begin to heat the room and to out the house._\n\n_Marcus hey, you're good at starting a fire._\n\n_Roland. Well I have been out on the road for sometime; I do have some experience, whit his left arm on his back \u0026 his right paw near his muzzle blowing out the flame from the match has he grins._\n\n_Marcus. How modest of you, as the two chuckle._\n\n_Marcus. So, let's eat!_\n\n_Roland. Good, the whisky is burning my stomach but it did the trick._\n\n_The time went by as it's always do, conversation, exchange of ideas, philosophy \u0026 politics._\n\n_As they got up, Roland saying, I will get the dishes._\n\n_Marcus. Thank you but leave them in the sink, suddenly the lights go out._\n\n_Narrator._\n\n_The two in the dark only the light of the fire place that was still burning bright reflected on them, Marcus looks at Roland still for a moment, Roland notice it but asks, is there something wrong?_\n\n_Marcus. hu! ohh... no, not at all, it's just that it's been sometime that I had someone here in the house._\n\n_Roland. you're a loner?_\n\n_Marcus. no, I'm well know in town, the furrys are great; they will respect you as long you respect them \u0026 they will treat you like family as the get to know you._\n\n_Roland. I'm just passing through._\n\n_Marcus. were you going if I may ask?_\n\n_Roland. nowhere, it's the same here than there._\n\n_Marcus. a free spirit, well good luck, but for the moment you are staying \u0026 I'm off to bed, you will take that room, there is bed sheets \u0026 pillows, the lavatory in down the hall, here take this lamp._\n\n_Roland. what? so soon to bed? I was thinking staying up much later; he looks at his watch being just 10:16 PM._\n\n_Marcus. saying, I have work to do, good night Roland._\n\n_Roland. good night Marcus, by the way, you don't mine if I make breakfast, do you? I'm a good cook!_\n\n_Marcus. sounds good, but promise me you will not burn the kitchen down._\n\n_Roland. I will try._\n\n_Marcus. It's all I ask, good night Roland._\n\n_As they lay in their beds Marcus is deep in his thoughts._\n\n_Good looking otter, intelligent, fearless, nice... he turns to sleep._\n\n_Roland oh great, just what I need, dark, rainy, lightning \u0026 thunder for an end of a day, he 'sigs'_\n\n_Narrator._\n\n_Now in bed he looks threw the window, a flash of light in the distance \u0026 the echo of a thunder can he heard, he looks worry, he eyes close \u0026 slowly drifts to sleep._\n\n_The night passes bye \u0026 the sun illuminates the morning glory._\n\n_Roland opens his eyes, sees the time \u0026 it's only 7:28 AM as he hears noises from the hall, lays back as the thinks it's only Marcus, only Marcus? oh hell!_\n\n_he gets up, runs through the door and heads to the kitchen, as he's trying to find some pancake mix, milk \u0026 eggs._\n\n_Marcus just coming up the hall from the lavatory turns to the kitchen sips his Tea 'Earl Gray, Hot'_\n\n_His eyes go wide, tea bursting out of his muzzle as the cup inclines to the side!_\n\n_He is surprise of what he is seeing, Roland turns at him asks what's wrong?_\n\n_Marcus so you, uh... plan to put some pants on, do you?_\n\n_Roland what? He looks down, eyes widen \u0026 notice he has no pants just a shirt on._\n\n_Narrator_\n\n_He gets two pan tops from the counter to covers himself, will you excuse me, I forgot something... his face all blushed like a red sunset._\n\n_Roland runs to the room Marcus regains a little of himself \u0026 looks Roland from behind._\n\n_He stops, thinks, a chuckle, he bust out loud...! he can't control it... laughing so hard that he can't breathe, he moves but suddenly he slips, hits the floor but he keeps on._\n\n_Roland, oh... shit I made an ass out of myself, how in hell I get out of it? how...? He ears Marcus laughter and something hits the wood floor._\n\n_Roland puts his pants on, comes out, he sees Marcus laying on the floor now crying of all the laughter he can't control,_\n\n_Roland what happen? Come on now, get it out, yes, I'm old enough to take it._\n\n_Marcus looks at him._\n\n_You know, I don't see much half naked otter's in this house, chuckles suppressing the laughter._\n\n_Roland. yes, I sure you don't but I do have to make breakfast._\n\n_Marcus. oh by all means, please doo as he gets up._\n\n_Narrator._\n\n_Breakfast was done \u0026 they sits down to eat Marcus still chuckling at times Roland just looks at him whit a smile on, taking it in good humor._\n\n_Marcus. You're a good cook._\n\n_Roland thank you, I do my best, did you like the blue berry' pancakes?_\n\n_Marcus yes I did \u0026 thank you for not burning the kitchen._\n\n_Roland snaps his finger claws, dam,I knew I forgot something!_\n\n_Marcus. and before I forget thanks for the show, as a soft hard chuckle gets out._\n\n_Roland. come on now, you're not going to let it go do you? he's shakes his head blushing._\n\n_Narrator._\n\n_They get up and leave the table, Marcus makes a cup of 'Earl gray' tea occurs._\n\n_Marcus. I'll go to the study room, I got work to finish._\n\n_Roland. what kind of work you do?_\n\n_Marcus. I'm a translator, Old Gaelic Lang, French, Russian and Spanish._\n\n_Roland. I'm good whit my paws mechanic, electrical systems also whit computers._\n\n_Marcus. good you can make good money; have anything you want whit the skills you have._\n\n_Rolland. naaw, I have what I need in here, he points at his backpack._\n\n_Marcus. well I'm off, but here is some rules, no smoking my cigars, no loud music, no interruptions only if it's necessary._\n\n_As you can see there are all kinds of music here, he points to the wall were the CD's and audio are._\n\n_Rolland just looks amaze a big grin come out of his muzzle, GREAT GOD, I LOVE IT!_\n\n_Opps' paw over his muzzle, I will do the dishes, hehehe... don't worry, I will take good care of them all, as he pushes Marcus to the study room._\n\n_Narrator._\n\n_Days come \u0026 go as they enjoy each other's company._\n\n_The evening blanket was covering the remains of the day as heavy dark clouds roll in to town._\n\n_Marcus came out of the study room \u0026 Roland is reading a book as low music fills the room._\n\n_Roland gets up. Shouts, Qui va la?_\n\n_Marcus. A friend._\n\n_Roland. Discuss unto me; art thou officer? Or art thou base, common and popular?_\n\n_Marcus. I am a gentlefurr of a company._\n\n_Marcus. Shakespeare, Henry the V, Act 4, scene I. The English camp at Agincourt._\n\n_Roland. Bloody hell, I will make dinner as he resigns' himself._\n\n_Marcus. No, we are going out tonight it's saturday; I promise the Jameson's \u0026 especially Mr. Jameson I'll have some drinks \u0026 sing._\n\n_Roland. What, some howls? Maybe someone strangling a cat? he chuckles._\n\n_Marcus. Just you wait see you nonbeliever._\n\n_Roland. Good then, let's go!_\n\n_Narrator._\n\n_As they head out on the street a lamp light flickers \u0026 a humid wind begins to blow._\n\n_Roland. I think there's a storm coming Marcus._\n\n_Marcus. No worries, 'he pats him on his shoulder' it will be fine, I don't care if hell comes down; time to get piss as farts, 'drunk!'_\n\n_Narrator._\n\n_As they arrive to the pub they greet \u0026 wave to all, they all greeted back rising their pints of beer, whisky or their favorite spirits._\n\n_Marcus \u0026 Roland go to the bar then table to table greeting all there__' they have good food, drinks \u0026 friends, what more can anyone ask._\n\n_Marcus sings some old Irish songs as Roland can believe what he hear, I'll be Dam... he is good!_\n\n_Roland dances whit Mrs. Jameson, as Mr. Jameson \u0026 Marcus are sitting down talking._\n\n_Mr. Jameson, he sure can dance this Roland lad._\n\n_Marcus, I dint know he can, look at him._\n\n_Mr. Jameson looks at Marcus, well?_\n\n_Marcus. Well what?_\n\n_Mr. Jameson its time Marcus, let go, move on._\n\n_Marcus gets a straight face, no, it is not, let's just have a good time, please, fill me a glass._\n\n_Mr. Jameson all right lad, here it is._\n\n_Marcus takes it, rises it up as he yells \"Sláinté\" Cheers! As he drinks it down._\n\n_Like always all things have a beginning \u0026 an end; it was 3:17 time to go home._\n\n_Narrator._\n\n_Marcus \u0026 Roland back on the streets; fill to their muzzle of beer \u0026 whisky, arms to shoulder in a zig zag direction, they make their way back home when it starts to rain._\n\n_Marcus begins to sing, 'If I had money enough to spend and leisure to sit awhile, there is a fair maid in this town \\*giggles\\* that sorely has my heart beguiled, her rosy cheeks here ruby lips, \\*he looks at Roland\\* she alone has my heart in thrall, So fill to me the parting glass, goodnight and joy be whit you all!'_\n\n_A flash of lightning comes down some meters away from them, shock, the run like hell home._\n\n_They get to the door, Roland. get it open, Marcus I'm trying dam it!_\n\n_Marcus opens the door Roland grabs Marcus, they hit the sofa hard and they look at each other._\n\n_Roland. Thank you I had a bloody great time._\n\n_Marcus. Hush now, there's no needed; it's the least I can do for a good friend._\n\n_Roland. Why than you; you know were going to have one bloody hang over in the morning._\n\n_Marcus, I will kill you if you wake me up you drunken otter, Hahahaha..!_\n\n_Roland. I will leave in your peace; I don't want to be killed. 'he chuckles' good night._\n\n_Narrator._\n\n_They go to their rooms \u0026 in their beds; rain still purring down, wind, lightning \u0026 thunder._\n\n_Time passes by as suddenly the door slowly opens, you can hear uneven steeps \u0026 they stop on the hedge of the bed; its Roland standing beside Marcus._\n\n_Roland. Marcus, Marcus, Marcus!_\n\n_Marcus. Yes, what is the matter?_\n\n_Roland. Can I sleep here tonight?_\n\n_Marcus. What...!?_\n\n_Roland. I have a confession to make, I'm... mmm... scared by lightning!_\n\n_Marcus. You? a big strapping otter like you? Hahaha..!_\n\n_Roland. Marcus, you're not helping here._\n\n_Marcus. Yes, yes, I'm sorry, you can sleep \\*he burps\\* take the other side, he points._\n\n_Roland. Thanks, he jumps in bed pulls the covers over him from head to toe._\n\n_Marcus. Whispers', great fang what a scary otter._\n\n_Roland. I heard that Marcus; good night._\n\n_Marcus. Hehehe... good night._\n\n_Narrator._\n\n_The night turns to day but the rain persists in tapping the roof \u0026 walls_\n\n_As they sleep in peaceful slumber, Roland turns brushing Marcus muzzle whit his paw._\n\n_Marcus opens his eyes, yawns, blinks' looking at Roland still sleeping as he suddenly slowly opens his eyes._\n\n_Roland smiles, Marcus stares at them in contemplation._\n\n_Marcus moves his paws to Roland's face as he kisses him, Roland eyes widen in surprise but he surrenders to the passionate kiss that seams an eternity._\n\n_Suddenly Marcus eyes go wide as he notice what he is doing, in a swift move he jumps out of bed looking at Roland._\n\n_Roland looks back whit a surprise grin of what has happen._\n\n_Marcus waving paws in the air... I'm sorry! His words won't come out, he is in shock._\n\n_He turns, heads fast out of the room stumbling as the door slams._\n\n_Roland a bit confuse, Marcus, wait... stop!_\n\n_Roland thinks what the bloody hell just happen here? He gets up moves down the hall to the living room following Marcus._\n\n_He looks for Marcus all over the house but he is nowhere to be found he turns to the front door that is wide open as the wind \u0026 rain are coming in._\n\n_He heads to the door \u0026 looks outside, nothing._\n\n_By chance he looks at the beach were the rocky coast meets the pounding sea \u0026 breaks even in a never ending cycle._\n\n_Marcus is on the rocky ridge, the heavy sea \u0026 rain comes down on him._\n\n_Roland runs down, he gets there, yell's Marcus, Marcus, Marcus let's go back, we will talk about this, it's fine, I'm not mad!_\n\n_By this time the two are soaking wet \u0026 cold, even colder as the sea water hits them._\n\n_Marcus. You know I didn't even cry at the funeral, I tuck it all in._\n\n_Roland. Yes I know Mrs. Jameson told me about the accident, the police report say that the garbage truck was coming down the hill to fast it cud not stop on time._\n\n_Marcus. Thomas was driving; as the truck hit the mini cooper, we were drag \u0026 bounce some meters, his head hits the door frame, he turn \u0026 look at me, he was trying to say something, I try to reach him but I cud not move \u0026 all just went blur._\n\n_I wake up in the hospital whit a broken arm \u0026 some lacerations as they told me that Thomas had died, the doctors did their best to save him but the head blow was too much, pieces of his skull was crush in to his brain \u0026 he was dead when he arrive there._\n\n_I ask were his body was, they told me that it was down in the hospital morgue , I pleaded to let me see him, the doctor \u0026 nurse was kind to take me there, I ask to have some moment alone whit him, I climb up the bed where he was laid, I try my best to keep him warm whit my body but it was useless, I just howl so loud \u0026 hysterically loud that they came, I wouldn't let they near him, I dint want them to get close to us, but they sedated me \u0026 knock me out._\n\n_When I meet him he had the most beautiful blue eyes, I fall for him right there, I knew I was going to spend the rest of my life whit him._\n\n_But alas, life had other plans for us._\n\n_Until you came along, I just took one look at your blue eyes, I hide my feelings all my emotions the best I cud, but I fail._\n\n_I cud knot resist them and even you, Marcus falls to his knees, he look to the sky as his arms are widen in prayer, clemency._\n\n_Oh Great Fang God; What I have done? I have betrayed Thomas \u0026 myself please turn me to stone!_\n\n_Narrator._\n\n_Marcus goes forward, his paws pound the grown, howls as tears run down his face._\n\n_Roland kneels in front of him moving him backward._\n\n_Marcus no, don't do this, forgive yourself, I know that Thomas wouldn't like to see you like this?_\n\n_I have faith that he understands more that you know, what does your heart tell you? What do you feel?_\n\n_Marcus. You don't understand, I don't want to feel my heart and I can't stand anymore this pain._\n\n_Roland grabs Marcus paw \u0026 puts it on Marcus chest, fell it! Take the pain, Marcus howls in agony, d__on't you think if we take joy \u0026 happiness out of life we also can take pain \u0026 sorrow?_\n\n_It may sound stupid but I like you \u0026 I have feeling for you, I never taught my eyes cause you pain, I should leave, it's time for me to move on._\n\n_Marcus looks at Roland, I feel the same for you Roland, but how can I let go? How can I ever let go some one that is so deep in my heart \u0026 my soul?_\n\n_Roland. Whit love in your heart you let go Marcus, whit love in your hearth._\n\n_Marcus. You know Mr. Jameson was right, it's time to let go; it's time to move on._\n\n_Narrator._\n\n_Suddenly a deep trembling thunder breaks the sky; the clouds make an opening as rays of sunlight come through \u0026 over the two of them._\n\n_Roland. Let's go home, they embrace in a tight hug \u0026 head home._\n\n_Narrator._\n\n_Now at a distance Mrs. \u0026 Mr. Jameson are taking a walk \u0026 they have heard \u0026 seen what have happen whit Marcus \u0026 Roland._\n\n_Mr. Jameson. You know love; Thomas always loved walking in the rain._\n\n_Mrs. Jameson. Yes love he did; as she looks at her wallet seeing a picture of Thomas, their son._\n\n_Narrator._\n\n_By this time Marcus \u0026 Roland are walking in to the living room, Marcus kneels down to Roland asking would you stay and live whit this broken down wuskie?_\n\n_Roland, eyes wide in disbelief, yes; yes I will, I'm home now, no more there or somewhere, this is where I belong now._\n\n_Narrator_\n\n_Marcus gets up, they hug and nuzzle, content whit each other._\n\n_Roland. I will make some Tea,_\n\n_Marcus. No, there will be time for that; come my blue eye otter, lay whit me._\n\n_Narrator._\n\n_Laying down to the sofa, Marcus on his back as Roland lays on him chest to chest, a slow lick to the nose, a passionate kiss as a blanket covers them, a heart at peace a free spirit in rest._\n\n_There was no need to ear I love you, the beating of their hearts were saying it._\n\n_Slowly drifting to sleep, as the rain come down._\n\n_The end._\n\n  \n  \n\n"}