Sunday's

I'm sitting on my front porch with the neighbor's black lab, Bently. It's warm and humid. The sky is turning gray. I listen. The cicadas are playing in harmony. It's so loud it's deafening. The wind starts to pick up and I can now hear the birds. They sound anxious as the storm blows in. The sprinkles have turned to a steady rain. The air smells nice. Earthy. The raindrops are tapping on the metal awning. We sit in silence and watch and listen. The rain has picked up; it's coming down in sheets. When the wind blows,the mist comes in on the open porch. It is cool on my skin. Bentley looks at me with unease. He isn't fond of getting his coat wet in this manner. He would rather jump in a lake or trounce through a big puddle. He is hiding behind my rocking chair now to avoid getting wet. We are waiting for the sun's rays to break through. A beautiful Sunday. Thank you, God.