A short writing…

It’s raining again. Again. Like every day. 

I don’t mind the rain. It’s the humidity I can’t stand. 

It rains for an hour, two max and then it’s 95 degrees and muggy.

Your shirt sticks to you, you’re drenched the moment you leave your house. 

“What’s the point of showering,” I want to shout.

God, I can’t wait for fall, and the turning of the leaves.

The promise of cool air and brisk mornings. Hoodie weather and hot cocoa.

It’s raining again.

Published by frontporchmusings694846020

I am a good ole country boy residing in North Mississippi. I love to read, fish, hunt, hike and go to garage sales. Flea markets are a passion of mine. I read anything, but some of my favorites are: Dean Koontz, Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, T.S. Eliot, Shakespeare, and I possess a fondness for the writings of William Faulkner and Mark Twain. If I am forced to choose, I prefer baseball to football. I enjoy Alabama football (Roll Tide)! My baseball teams include: The Colorado Rockies and Boston Red Sox. I am divorced, the father of two daughters and live by myself with Chunk and Roscoe (my dogs).

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