The rainstorm

The air tasted heavy with rain as the crowd moved towards the colony. Brothers and sisters I hadn't met jostled and bumped me, anxious for shelter. Guards overlooked the crowd as we entered the hill. The first drops landed just as the last workers scuttled inside, safe. I started to make my way to the mine as there was no rest for a member of the colony. The vast maze of tunnels and alcoves would confuse an enemy but it was practically burned into my mind. Thundering booms shook the great cavern as rain pounded down on the roof. Friends and family huddled around the sides of the hall, taking rocks from the gravely walls. Suddenly a spidery crack ran the length of the roof. This was too much for the roof to hold with the rain already pounding down. rocks seemed to fall in slow motion as we ran for the exit. We just made it out water rumbled down through the gaping hole in the roof and we kept on running, over dirt and gravel, down and out, before the flood. Others joined the crowd, water rumbled the ground. There was the exit. our pace quickened. Out. We dashed for cover under the trees. The hill was gone but we will rebuild, we are ants.