I sat in the window looking out at the dark gloom, heavy-laden with moisture. The oppresive air bringing a musty scent to my nostrils, as Sandy my Golden retriever sat beside me looking even more gloomy than I felt.
Claps of thunder, as if to signal appreciation of some spectacular aria or hoe down or jam, rang out periodically...and I could feel the old window struggle to maintain integrity during the onslaught.
Sometimes I love the rain but not tonight. It was bothering me for I knew you were heading home and I feared the roads were rain-slick.
You always tell me not to worry, and of course I do anyway and tonight was no exception.
It was hard to see through the window and I was in the nice warm safe house...while you were out in the midst of the storm, driving back from a sporting event you had gotten roped into attending.
Suddenly the silence in this big old house shattered as the phone rang out its disgustingly cheery greeting, a ringtone from HELL I was sure...packaged with the phone as a gift from Satan to make me mad and it always succeeded.
It rang again...and a chill suddenly moved across me, and I didn't know why.
T B C
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