The crying sky was draining the least of its last tears on the 23rd day of November. It was the first to mourn before would even know who of their fellows had passed on where or at what time. The vast wind got drunk of all the coldness carried by the raindrops and sent it to the warm-blooded animals to have a share of the nature's gift. The trees yawned, earthworms bled from the soil, and the ground was replaced with a muddy lining, that ate every alien object it found on it.
Such a gloomy evening did not favour fauna, despite its wife, flora, who did not have a choice but to join in the unlikely anticipation caused by the rain. One would think the animal kingdom had become extinct because none was out to worship in the downpour, however little the latter was—with exception of earthworms of course.
The odourless scents of heaven had conquered the air, and the artificial ones were pulled down into the ground by either the drops or the gusts of wind. Seeta region was a worshiper of rain because the latter paid all dues for crops to tear through the soil and bless the people with something to eat or sell.
However, that doesn't mean that every house was happy in that rich weather. Those that had no other issue but living danced their worries off, but there are those that had died even without losing their lives. Such people included those who sleepwalked through—instead of living—life, the heartbroken, those that had lost their loved ones, and perhaps the barren.
Naturally, every human being thinks that his/her story is the most tragic without even looking at the others' darker fate. Imagining revealing everything under all roofs of the houses in Seeta region; a happy couple might have been having sex, a poor family probably changing water-full bowels and replacing them with empty ones to manage the numerous holes in their old roof, a lonely man might have been lying under his blanket either masturbating or having similar dirty thoughts in his mind, or a pious of rain to water their dry lives as well; but couldn't there be something really deviating from the usual?
A large bungalow stood in a fine fence, like the iris surrounded by the white matter of the eye. There it was, undamaged by the continuous water bullets or the vigorous whirl of the wind. The owners of the house seemed to be well-off because their big house was surrounded by a number of rentals that seemed to bring in a large amount of income for them. The sliding doors and windows were locked for safety from the rain or any other uninvited guest. The windowpanes were translucent in that only those on the inside could be able to see what was taking place on the outside but not the vice versa.
There Elizabeth was on the inside, staring to the outside, probably (or obviously) thinking about nothing at all. The firm chandelier was joined by the large rope to crown her head with the glittery stones on it. The sofa set surrounded her, as though bowing to their owner even at this unfortunate time. The glass table had been slid to a reasonable distance away from below her feet, and so her body was suspended in midair by the sisal rope alone.
She continued to stare at the falling rain even though she could not be able to contemplate the meaning of it because she had left the stage of physicality. Her skin was painted grey as though with ash. Her well plaited hair rained down her face as it always did even when she was still alive. The tongue, on the other hand, was fighting to escape from the evil-minded woman but did not succeed because it was planted deeper than it thought. The rest of her body, most especially the extremities, was freezing because they could not be warmed anymore, and yet the natural freezer was on. The peeping parts had lost their magical brown colour but had not lost their charms of being attractive; the curves stood in position, and the side-set breasts appeared younger than the owner. The remaining parts were covered with the snow-white gown, glittering even in the dark weather. One would think it was a memory from her wedding day because the marriage ring lay on the thick carpet, as though ready to be put on her—the bride.
Her spirit was probably roaming around the room, crying and weeping, or even regretting the completion of this ungodly act. Perhaps it could not wait for the final judgement and decided to go and swim in the lake of fire which would be her home for eternity.
A loud knock was made at the door. Who was this hooligan that did know that this habitat was but now for the dead?—Anyway how could she know when her landlady had been demanding her for the past few months. She could not wait for the rain to stop because she wanted to surprise her. She had been reading her landlady's expression and found out that it wasn't pleasant at all. Perhaps she needs the money badly, she had thought. She had just returned from town to withdraw the money her husband—on safari—had sent her through money gram. There was no answer from the inside.
"Madam Elizabeth," called the lively lady who was now about to turn to water with the multitude thrashes of the cold droplets. Her eyes danced in their sockets and her face brightened as she called. The longing to pay her landlady the whole amount was impatient in that she called again just after three seconds, "Madam Elizabeth, are you there?" She was now louder and had beaten the shrill sound of the rain. No answer. Where is madam, she thought. She never wanted to keep the money, lest other urgent plans bump in and snatch the shillings one by one. She tried to focus her sight into the glass but couldn't see clearly what was on the inside. She walked on the veranda and reached the other side of the house, before the gigantic sliding door. She tried to look through but still couldn't see things clearly. She could see a human figure suspended in the air in the middle of the sitting room (Of course such a thing could not be true according to a normal person).
Luckily, the key hole was not blocked by any key, so she aimed a one-eye-sight onto the inside, but almost fell down when she saw a real woman in a wedding gown hanging below the chandelier with a rope. She withdrew backwards for a moment. She was too dumbstruck to open her mouth to shout. She took another glance to prove what she had seen and still there was no change in the messages reported by the eye. This time round she shouted her throat out! It was her first time to see a person who had committed suicide, specifically by hanging.
She rested her hand on her chest and ran to almost all her neighbours and passed the strange news to them. Most of them did not believe her at first but came anyway to prove her sanity. She was right. Madam Elizabeth had hanged herself in her luxurious sitting room.
The women were taken to a land of horrors and all they did was to stand with their hands on their cheeks and words in their mouths while the men shot-open the glass door with bricks. They brought down the huge door and got a clear view of the pale naked dead body. There struck out a debate on whether the body should be removed or not struck out. The former won the case. They did not touch anything inside the house because they knew that the police would need something to base their investigations on.