Charley Patton brought the rain

He turned to go inside and she turned to watch the rain. It was pure noisy spite now. There was no reasoning with it; it would not respond to batons or wands. It didn’t fall from the sky but rather seemed to be flung from it. And she sang, for the first time in ages. She sang snatches of Charley Patton’s “High Water Everywhere.” She sang, “I was going to the hill country, but they got me barred.” And she sang Memphis Minnie’s “When the Levee Breaks.” She sang, “Cryin’ won’t help you, prayin’ won’t do no good.”

From inside the house he heard a sound like music, singing. He turned and listened but then went back to his gathering. He figured it to be the wind.

-- from my short story, "I Feel Like Going Home"