Rainy Day

I'm sitting in the sunroom. Eating leftover onion rings and "Chicken Something" from Sports Page. I have two containers of "onion ring sauce" and some honey mustard. And my coca cola glass has ice water in it. There's a misty light pouring softly through the windows. The kind of light you can't see but yet it's there. I hear the frogs croaking already on the sewer drain trail, just over the creek. And it's raining. Ever so softly- it's drops making a hushed patter on the sunroom's flat roof. Calm. Beautiful.   

I should go take a rainy walk in the woods. To my own little mountain where I'll sit on some wet leaves and look out over the creek, the trail, and part of a new development. 

The rain is getting louder. So is my head. It still hasn't overpowered the frogs. I blow my nose. Maybe this is why my head hurts. Maybe....but not really. 

Water runs down my glass cup, and at the same time a droplet races it down a tree. The skies open up and the rain pours. I can't hear the frogs anymore.