Rain Madness

Rain Madness

“Rain again,” Tilda sighed.

She began to pace in a circle, plucking at the string she had tied around her finger.

“My brain must be soggy, I can’t for the life of me remember why I tied this on myself!”

Feeling slightly dizzy, she stopped walking around and round. For a change of pace, she walked to the nearest window and stared moodily out at the downpour.

“Well, at least it isn’t freezing or snow,” she said to comfort herself, but it didn’t work.

She opened her window and yelled out at the sky: “Will you stop already; it’s been three days!” Astonishingly, it stopped.

“Thank you very much!” she yelled out again.

It was still dull and dreary, and Tilda began to miss the sounds of rain hitting her roof.

“That sound is so soothing, but now it’s gone! Tilda, does nothing satisfy you? “she scolded herself.

She glanced out the window again.

“Hail?” she growled.

Opening her window a crack, she shouted out it once more.

“If I must have something come from the sky, may I have snow?”

As her request met the wind, the hail became a blizzard. Quickly closing her window once more, Tilda shivered.

“You couldn’t leave well enough alone, you old hag! You had to push it!” she berated herself.

Finally, taking herself in hand, she cracked the window for a third time.

“I know, I know... forgive me for being so capricious. Could you give me sun for the rest of this day, and I’ll never ask you for a weather change again?”

As suddenly as it changed to snow, it began raining once more.

“Close enough I guess,” Tilda called out the window. Throwing up her hands, she went into her kitchen to make soup and tea for lunch.