Md Ruhul Amin

Into the Flood

I. The Storm Breaks As any other night would, it began. The air in the village of Mohanpur remained thick and heavy. From the fields, farmers went home on foot. While laughing and avoiding puddles caused by the afternoon rain, the barefoot children ran across the dirt roads. In addition to being dark, the skies had become enraged by sunset. The thunder split. Wind howled through the bamboo groves. After that, it began to rain. First, a constant tap. Then a pounding roar.