The Rainy Season
By Brian Rosenberger
It's raining again. This time of year, it's expected. You learn to take careful preparation and plan excursions with caution. Don't leave the house if you don't have to. The elements don't play favorites. Of course, there are those that never learn, pay no attention. They think the forecast is a fool's game; anyone can predict the weather. You don't need tea leaves or Doppler radar or old rhymes of sailors. Just look out the window.
It's a gusher today. The clouds let loose the deluge. Cats and dogs fall and fall and fall. Old-timers could feel it in their bones, knew it would be a bastard of a storm. There are still a few town folk old enough to remember the old bitch. Those of us who stayed inside today remember her curse. We stare outside, our pets on our laps, and say a prayer for those who didn't.
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Brian Rosenberger lives in a cellar in Marietta, GA and writes by the light of captured fireflies. A collection of his poetry, And For My Next Trick ... is slated for a July 2010 release and a collection of his short stories awaits release in October. Additional updates can be found at http://home.earthlink.net/~brosenberger.
By Brian Rosenberger
It's raining again. This time of year, it's expected. You learn to take careful preparation and plan excursions with caution. Don't leave the house if you don't have to. The elements don't play favorites. Of course, there are those that never learn, pay no attention. They think the forecast is a fool's game; anyone can predict the weather. You don't need tea leaves or Doppler radar or old rhymes of sailors. Just look out the window.
It's a gusher today. The clouds let loose the deluge. Cats and dogs fall and fall and fall. Old-timers could feel it in their bones, knew it would be a bastard of a storm. There are still a few town folk old enough to remember the old bitch. Those of us who stayed inside today remember her curse. We stare outside, our pets on our laps, and say a prayer for those who didn't.
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Brian Rosenberger lives in a cellar in Marietta, GA and writes by the light of captured fireflies. A collection of his poetry, And For My Next Trick ... is slated for a July 2010 release and a collection of his short stories awaits release in October. Additional updates can be found at http://home.earthlink.net/~brosenberger.
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