Fingers drummed on the old wood of the windowsill as he
stared out into the rainy dusk with a whist-full eye. In the growing gloom, the boat bobbed next to
the dock, its cover keeping what it could of the deluge out. It hadn't seen any use despite the best of
intentions. Even the tall rectangle of
the grill taunted him. He would have
gladly traded the hiss of the rain for the welcome sizzle of kebabs or burgers
underneath a bright blue sky. Yet it had
been a soggy, rainy day without so much as a hint of dry air.
He spied the cat crouched on the porch, just out of the wet
spattering of rain, eyeing a splashing puddle with contempt. In spite of his glum mood he stifled a laugh,
caught off guard by the cat's startled reaction as a particularly strong gust
of wind blew big, cold drops all over the feline.
"Hah, Millie just got soaked!" He turned to the room, but didn't find much
of a reaction. His friends were spread
out and too busy dealing with the washed out day how they could. He crossed his arms with a huff and settled
back into his chair, forgetting about the dark window for the time being.
Sam smiled at him from behind her book, "Maybe tomorrow
won't be so wet. It'd be nice to
actually get out of the cottage for once."
He sighed, "Yeah, some vacation this has turned out to
be. Here for almost a week and so far
we've only had two nice days." Sam
had invited him and three other friends to her family's cottage on the
lake. They'd been there for five days
and so far all but the first two were damp if not all out soaked. There was only one more day left before they
had to pack up for the long drive home.
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