Random POVs Vol3

The rain.

The metal is cold against my palm.
A degree colder than the
Pencil-scrawled sheet before me.
My equations danced across the page
Mocking me the entire time.
I raised my chin in defiance.

I made a mistake somewhere
But exactly where, I ain’t sure.
I chanted the Balducci assumptions again one by one
Praying, cursing and rebuking myself all the while.
I punched the numbers on the metal again.
Midway, I could foresee a 3-digit difference.
I stopped, closed my eyes for a minute
And looked outside.
It is getting darker.

I am distracted, this you hinted one time.
I suddenly had the urge to call you.
Whew.
The rain pounded heavily on the roof.
And lightning sliced the sky.
I knew I am done for the day.
But the call has to wait.