The Waiting
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The Waiting The rain beats on the roof above. A strong continuous timbre; like the foot steps of soldiers marching into battle, never to return. Dismal faces surround us, everyone is exhausted. They feel trapped, so do we; like animals in a cage. Waiting, just waiting. That's all we've done. Wait as the minutes and then the hours go by on the clock. Tick, tick, tick. The room is filled with smoke, half of us can't breathe. As we wait, we choke. We are all angry; but few of us show our feelings. We try to rally our spirits, but are too weary to laugh. Everyone is talking, but there is not the buzz of excitement that there was in the beginning. The subject of most conversations is dry and sombre. The weather is ever popular as a topic, as all it consists of is rain and wind. Much like in...

