Rainy Days

Rainy days can be nice. They're a chance to relax, comfy and warm, on the sofa while reading a good book. A time for tea and coffee and hot chocolate. A day simply for watching the rain patter against the window, and listen to it pound on the roof. That is what I was thinking of when I got up this morning and looked out the window. And yet here I am now, shivering cold, my hair dripping, my toes frozen stiff.

Of course it had to rain on the day I had to go outside.

If you remember, I'm selling one of my horses, Cookie. Well the people who are buying her came with the trailer today to pick her up. And even as I type, my parents are still out there trying to catch her. Maybe she knows what's going on, or maybe it's simply the weather that has her freaked out. In any case, she won't be caught, and she's keeping us out in the cold. Well I was practically frozen stiff before I decided to head back inside. And then (as I was writing this!) my dad waltzed in with a poncho, shoved it over my head, and told me to come out. I put on my shoes and grabbed some gloves and walked out into the cold, biting rain. That was when Mom told me I wasn't needed. Oi ve. So here I am, waiting to be called on, hoping not to be.