Ray clicked the button inside his garage, the motor hanging from the ceiling turned on, whined. The metal door slowly climbed up the track and opened. "Rain comin'," Ray said to himself as he shuffled a few steps in his driveway. "It's good, we need the rain," he said to no one. A chubby man in a blue t-shirt, khaki cargo-shorts, and white shoes walked down the street. He looked over and saw Ray. "Hey, Ray," the man said, stopping his stride. "Oh hey, Tom," Ray said. "Feels like rain's comin'," Tom said. "Yep, it's good...we need it," Ray answered. A truck drove down the road, the plump man inside was wearing a red t-shirt and had Oakley sunglasses on. The truck slowed down and stopped right next to Tom. "Hey, Ray...Tom," the man in the truck said. "Hey, Mat." "Truck's lookin' good, Mat." "Thanks, trying to get back before the rain." "Yeah, it's good though, we need it." "Oh yeah, we need the rain." "Yessir." A big-boned man in an olive t-shirt and dark grey cargo-shorts and white shoes was walking up from the other direction of the street. "Hey, Ray, Tom, Mat," "Howdy, Sam." "Hey, Sam." "Sam." "I'm glad the rain is comin', we need it," Sam said. "Oh yeah, we need it." "Need the rain." "It's good we need it." A husky man in a black t-shirt wearing black cargo shorts and white shoes opened the back door from the house across the street and walked towards the group. "Hey fellas, that rain's finally comin'," he said. "Hey, Jim." "The rain is comin'." "We need it." "It's good the rain we need the rain." A hefty man wearing a white t-shirt, maroon cargo shorts, and white shoes emerged. "The rain is comin' for us," the man spoke in a slur. "Hey, Lou." "It's good." "Need it." "Good rain." "Comin' need good." "It's so good it will save us." "The rain will soak our souls." "Need it I will die for the flood." "It's good we need it." "Finally the heavens open up and answer our call." "It's good we need it." "Don't even need to water the lawn this week." "It's good we need it." "I hate my life please help me." "It's good we need it." "End this pain forever." "It's good we need it." "It's good we need it." "It's good we need it." Please consider making a contribution to my Patreon if you enjoy these weird stories and are able to support them financially. No Happy Nonsense is 100% ad free and your donation helps keep it that way. |
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