A Rainy Fourth of July Weekend
It rained last night. It sated the parched earth. Puddles formed on the sidewalks where birds thirstily gulped from that precious liquid called water. Squirrels happily pranced through it, cooling themselves. I stand at my window watching them.
Classical music engulfs the room. The skies are overcast. The earth is still. My pups are dozing, lulled by the soothing music. This is the start of the long weekend of Fourth of July. No one is hurrying to get to work. There are no rude people blaring their horns as they intrude on our residential streets, no sirens screaming urgently on the main street, so loud, that they infiltrate our peaceful world.
The birds drink peacefully, the squirrels romp joyfully, my pups continue to sleep. I return to my old, overstuffed armchair. I lean back, close my eyes, and listen to the soothing music that drifts out of my old radio. Life is good.