This is a short fiction about rain, so do i call it a deluge of words?
The rain continues its constant drip, drip into the saucepan. Sue sipped her tea and watched the sag in the roof swell. As she finished the pot, the roof creaked.
She stood slowly and calmly walked toward the door. She stepped through then turned to watch.
The roof creaked once more before breaking, bringing down a torrent of water which totally overwhelmed the waiting saucepan; not to mention the mess of the roof ending up in the dining room.
Sue laughed, closed the door and walked away.