Bernard rushed into the bus stop. The pouring rain had soaked him through. “Curse the gods!” he growled.
A man with wet blue eyes who held an ornate umbrella heard this. “Excuse me,” he said. “I think it’s unwise to curse The Gods.”
“What if the Rain God – we’ll call him Qallinius, for instance – brought the rain for farmers? Would you still curse him?”
“I would,” spat Bernard. “This rain is awful. Things couldn’t get any worse!”
“Really?” said the man. “Let me introduce myself. I am Qallinius. Now meet my friend, Kyrllynger…the God of Lightning.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/12/28/30-december-2016/