Rain Delayed: A Molina Monologue

PROLOGUE:

Thus marks the rainfall of our discontent. 
As droplets of water fall without stop
wait we must. A game can be played not now.
In the catacombs, all is not silent. 
Beneath the stadium, we lay our scene.

SCENE I. A CITY. CARDINALS' LOCKER ROOM.

Enter MOLINA and TEAMMATES.

MOLINA

Friends, comrades, teammates, lend me your ears.
Why must this cruel rain fall with no end near?
Play baseball, I must, for I know none else.
I love nothing else! I love NOTHING else!

Lightning CRASHES

Go, damned rain! Go, I say! Nonsense, this is!
Hell is murky. Are we in Hell for now?
Aye, yes, my friends. We are without baseball.
I shan't be calm, in this version of Hell.

Thunder BOOMS loudly.

My heart pains with longing, need for this game.
'THOU SHALL NOT,' they will sing and fear thy name.
Now, threat of rain doth frighten us away?
Nay, I say. I demand that we shall play!

Throws hat on the ground.

I am tired of waiting. The time is now.
We fight. We run. We hit. We throw. We play.
Baseball is all I know. None else matters.
Put on your cleats, ready your gloves. Make haste.
For this game will start with no more time waste.

EXITS

HOLLIDAY

Uhh.. What in the hell was that all about?