Divine Help – a short, short story

Raju picked up the mathematics textbook and turned the pages.
“You cannot learn mathematics by turning the pages! You have to practice solving the sums,” said his mother.
Now it was too late. It was Monday the exams started at 8.30 AM. He put on his school uniform.
“Take your umbrella,” his mother yelled from the kitchen.
As if in a dream, he picked up the umbrella and opened the door. He got hit by a sheet of rain. There was water everywhere.
“Raj, where are you off too?” it was his father shouting over the sound of the rain.
“What school? Did you not hear today morning’s news? The heavy rains filled up the dams. They have opened the shutters. All low-lying areas in the village have flooded. Your school is under five feet of water and is closed for a week. Shut the door and get inside.”