It rained all morning.
A nice, steady perfect-for-the-crops rain.
Lots of it.
The cricket trapped inside my house sure was happy.
The bird in the cage was in a pleasant mood.
I wasn't.
I couldn't concentrate with the bird chirping and the cricket calling;
and the mess on the table and dishes needing done, floors to be swept, and spider webs drifting about.
But, it rained.
And that was nice.
A washing away of the old and a starting new.
So, I put away the dishes and cleaned off the table.
Organized.
Swept the floors.
Dusted the corners.
And the noises stopped
and I could concentrate once more.
-Cynic Ninja
