Narrow Escape
I sat with the two girls, facing the little creek that flowed past their house, helping them pronounce English words. My ears caught a rumbling noise. My brain thought it sounded like thunder, my eyes looking at the blue sky above thought something else. A few minutes later I heard more rumbling. What could it be? Peering between the houses and walls surrounding us I glimpsed dark clouds moving into view. "Let's go, Rachel! Quick! It's going to start raining," the one girl said as she stood up. Sure enough, you could hear the rain coming through the neighborhood, heading straight for us. Too late. We wouldn't have time to make it to my car before the rain reached us. Gathering up the notebooks and my purse we ducked into the small house just in time. We sat on empty rice sacks on the dirt floor in the dim interior looking out at the pouring rain. After a few minutes, I pulled my phone out and played one of the Gospel songs I have. They tried listening for English