Torrents of rain drops had quarrelled with his roof top, loud enough to swallow up the peace of the night. The lightening flashed a beam or two, lighting the night, and tearing the skies into unequal halfs leaving a flawless pigment of uncertainty to the scared hearts. It is August when the skies lost their fluids to the dry soils of our world, down here where we are, without being part in the decision of the leaking skies. To us it is but a blessing. However tonight, the rains had ruined a beautiful date Peter had planned with Tasha. They planned to meet by 8pm for dinner. He had it all planned out to propose tonight, but this "God forsaken rain" John curses, has ruined it. It has been raining for about four hours now, and the clouds still looked proud with darkness. It was sure going to rain some more. His phone suddenly begins to buzz, Tasha must have been trying to reach out, to confirm if the date was still gonna be possible. He frantically searches for his andriod phone, in the pockets of his pants, first the right pocket, then he finds it in the left pocket of his pants, flicks his thumb accross the screen swiftly, and answering the call. A faint feminine voice can be heard through the phone, however the rain does not allow for a clear message to be heard. We can only see him smiling, in intervals, more regularly. Peter was standing in the middle of the living room just beside the glass sphere shaped glass table. There are two black cushions facing each other in the room, the table separating them properly. The flat screen television spread accross the white painted wall, brought a certain class in this room's appearance. There is an upright piano at the far right end of the room, behind the right cushion. He soon sits on the cushion by his right hand, backing the upright piano, which sat proud in a conspicuous part of the living room. The rain begins to cease, we begin to hear the conversation on the phone, "I love you baby" (Tasha on the phone) " love you more Peter responds...we will fix the date for tomorrow then, am sorry about the rain"

"it's fine darling the rain fell for a purpose"(Tasha speaking)

" yeah...it sure did accomplish it's purpose" (peter using a mocking tone) they break into laughter. Soon he drops the phone, after the exchange of "I love you and dream of me"they had been in a relationship for 8months now, but it felt like it was just yesterday. He wanted to make her his forever, but the rain had spoilt his plans. soon he is in his bedroom, he climbs up to the large bed which occupies fifty percent of the room. There is a door opposite the foot of the bed which leads to the bathroom, then a large photo of Tasha on the wall, just by the right hand corner of the room. He climbs up to bed,taking off only his shoes and tie. He recollects two or three memories of their first dates, how shy she was when they first kissed, oh the memories twitched in his belly, as he stemmed on these thoughts. The rain was relentless, with streaks of bright flashes of thunder greeting the murmurs of the sky. Soon the cool breeze knocked him out, drifting him to a dream Land, where all his fantasies were reality...

There she was smiling at him, a glass of wine half empty in her hand,she sipped from it, her gaze still fixed on him,he began to walk towards where she was standing. The room is sparsely lighted, rather the bulb's light was dim, there is a cool blues music playing in the background. Tasha is dressed in a white

gown, she suddenly starts walking toward the door opposite him, he follows her, trailing hard to catch up with her. he calls out to her " Tash love" she does not turn back, but heads on suddenly she reaches for the door, twists the nob, and forces it open, and walks into the room, leaving the door swinging free, and just when it was about to close, he reaches speedily for the door, and badges in, but the room was too dark to see. suddenly a bulb comes on, there was Tasha in her pool of blood lying helplessly on the bed as the white sheets were soaked in redness, her eyes wide open looking at him fiercely. There was a presence of evil, his heart began to race on errands in his chest, her hand suddenly her fingers move, her head suddenly turns three hundred and sixty degrees around her neck, the pupils in her eyes vanishes, he tries to run but his feet seem glued to the ground she begins to advance towards him, he puts in more effort to move from the door way where he stood, but to no avail, she pulls out the knife from her belly and charges towards him, screaming his name "peter!!!" in a shrieking voice, "No!!!" peter screams, jerking up from the bed. he wakes up, realizing that it was all a dream, he quickly hits the light switch just above his bed, he finds Tasha's picture face down on the floor, with it's frame shattered, he picks it up from the table beside the bed where it fell, he recollects phases of the dream he just had, what could it mean?...