Raining

I leaned back in my chair, waiting for the page to load, when I heard it.

It was raining outside, drops clinking against my window in a dull rhythm that I could barely make out over the fan. Quickly getting up, I search for my boy, grabbing him up as he stared at me sleepily. Purring, he settled in my arms but tensed when I unlocked the door, shifting when I stepped onto the patio.

The overhang from the apartment above gave me a wide swath of sidewalk to stand on, and the air was warm, heat rising from the concrete. I knew it wouldn't last long, but I had missed all of the rain recently, so it felt good just to stand there and listen to it.

My boy wailed unhappily and I couldn't help but laugh, "So you don't like the rain, huh Mon? You're the one who's always running for the door. I keep telling you you're not missing much." He hopped from my shoulder to the couch, then back to his spot on the carpet.

"It's hot and wet, hon. It's Texas rain - what did you expect?" I shut the door behind me as I went back out. Now I stuck a hand out into the drops, sighing at the nice chill. My feet were pleasantly warm, the feeling coming up to spread across my legs too.

Now I was completely out from the awning, enjoying the rain as it speckled my face. People were still in the pool, probably expecting the shower to stop soon - it most likely would. Well at least I caught one summer shower before autumn begins.