Rainy Thursday
It was supposed to be a good day, a special day – it was his birthday. His wife wished him a Happy Birthday as soon as they got up. Everything appeared to be perfect until they looked out the window – the rain and dismal weather changed everything in an instant. Their errands for the day were not important so they decided to abandon them. Instead they sat down at their work-table – at least they were together and that’s what was important. Not that they weren’t together every day, but he felt, maybe because it was his birthday, that being together today was just a little more wonderful.
Even their dog spent the whole day lying near them as they worked at their own tasks: writing: submitting to various journals, updating new acceptances and rejections of previously submitted pieces.
Once in a while he looked out the window and watched the rain, which continued non-stop throughout the day. It was an unpleasant rain – cold and bone-chilling damp – the kind of rain that just made you feel “wet”. Of course, he thought, that’s what rain does – literally and figuratively – makes you feel wet, but this rain was even more. He turned away from the window and watched his wife for a minute before joining her again at their work-table.
He never liked the rain, except to watch it during an exciting storm, and today’s wasn’t an enjoyable one to watch.
No, it’s just a rainy Thursday.
A good day to be at home.
The End
1/25/19