Rain: One Act Play

RAIN – One act play

“John, do you think we should pull off the road?  The rain is coming down in sheets.”

“We’re fine.  We’ve gotta be getting close to the campground.”

SCREEEEECH    Brakes grip.  Car slides.  A dull thump.

“My God, what was that?  I didn’t see it until the last minute.  Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine……I think.  Geez, that scared me.  We better get out and take a look.  I’ll grab the ponchos.”

Car doors open and shut.  They walk behind the car.


“Oh, John, it’s a dog!  A German Shepherd!  I think he’s still alive.  He is alive……look at his chest going up and down.  Oh honey, we’ve got to get him in the car and get some help.”

“We’re out in the middle of nowhere, Susie.  Where are we going to take him?”  

“I don’t know.  We’ll make some calls and see what’s in the area.” 


They pick up the dog and gently lay him on a blanket in the back of their van.  As they start driving the soft whimpering begins. 

“His crying is going to break my heart.  I’m just going to pet his head and put a blanket over him - no tags, no identification, but he sure is a beauty.  I bet somebody’s going to miss him before long.”   

A few phone calls later they find an emergency vet clinic.  A half an hour later, they pull up to the door. They are met by the staff veterinarian. 

“We hit him on the highway.  He’s still breathing, but it sounds bad.  He’s been whimpering for miles.”

“Let me take a look.  You two wait out here.”  

John and Susie fall asleep in the lobby; both of them drenched and exhausted.

The vet comes out with the news.
  
“He’s going to live, but we need to keep him for the night.  He took a bad blow to his hip and may have bruised a kidney.   I think by morning he’ll be doing much better.” 

“We can’t leave him here alone. Is it okay if we pitch our tent out back?”  

“Sure,but why don’t you warm up inside and wait for the rain to let up?  There’s a pizza joint down the street.  You can call and get some dinner delivered here. Also, just so you know, there will be a tech here all night to keep an eye on your dog. I’ll be back in the morning.”

By 8:00 the rain had let up and John and Susie got the tent out of the van and pitched it under a stand of pines behind the clinic.  By 9:00 they were both sound asleep.

The next morning they stumbled into the clinic, grabbed a cup of coffee in the lobby and asked about their dog.  

The doctor said, “You’re not going to believe this, but he snapped back like nothing had happened.  He may have a limp for a few days, but he’ll be as good as new before long.”

They went into the back room and were greeted with some furious tale wagging and a friendly bark.  They carefully bundled him up, put him in the van and headed back out on the highway. 
 
They drove past the spot where the accident had occurred, drove up and down intersecting roads, even knocked on a few doors, but no one knew about a missing dog.

After the last stop, they got back in the car and Susie looked at John.

“I think we have ourselves a dog.”  

“I think you’re right.”

“Let’s call him Rain.  He’s our little miracle from the rainstorm.  And you know a good rain is always followed by sunshine and a rainbow.”

“Aren’t you full of good ideas?  Let’s get Rain home and introduce him to his new neighborhood. This may be the best camping trip we ever took.” 

One happy bark closes the scene.  Curtain closes. 

THE END