Me and Dante sat on the rafters looking down. The cats wrapped in the shawl mewed loudly. The water rose but luckily stopped before reaching our feet.
I kicked my feet into the air trying to keep myself entertained. My leather shoes were heavily weighed down by water. I just wanted to rip them off and go barefoot.
The storm stopped raging after filing the shed up with water, almost as if it only came to do that one thing. I heard shouting outside, but couldn't make out the words.
I heard someone groan from straining themselves then *BAM* something slammed against, the hard ground making the flooded water splash violently.
The door was jerked open. Water poured out the open door leaving behind a drenched burly man standing in the doorway.
Bertram stood huffing, "Are you - okay?"
I smiled, "Hey Bertram! What's up?"
He frowned, "Young Miss. Don't you realize the situation you're in?"
