The day wakes like any other. Its dark curtain slowly rises to reveal hazy images of deer and trees. The cement driveway reflects the glow of the yard lamp. The effect is converting an ordinary grey slab to the appearance of polished granite. It is a rainy day.
Always welcome but at the same time disappointing the rain has come. The immaculate car of yesterday will become the spattered mess of tomorrow. The clear, undistorted windows will be rain marked, denigrating the views to impressions.
A sigh and a cup of coffee will perhaps change the attitude to a more positive view of a rainy day. As the brewer was working its magic, a sound not unlike a trumpet ran through the walls of the house. Not waiting for the coffee, I hurried to the front door. Checking my Ring image on my phone caused a lurch in surprise. A man on a horse was on the driveway looking very much like Teddy Roosevelt. The horse was snorting and seemed in a bit of a hurry. The man kept shouting for me to open the door.
Mrs. Howell didn’t raise an idiot, so I called out through the doorbell. I demanded to know the nature of the business of someone on a horse waving a bugle. He wasted no time explaining he had a dispatch from Linda Hill that was of the utmost urgency.
My response was to yell, “Leave it on the porch.” He clenched his jaw and showed a magnificent set of teeth while telling me a signature was required. I gave in and opened the door. The poor guy was wet to the skin. He handed me a clipboard and told me where to sign. He then gave me a leather pouch. The horse reared while looking at it, and when I looked up, they were both gone.
Inside the pouch were two things. The first was a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup, and the second was a message from Linda.
The message read. Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “a rainy day.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the phrase “a rainy day.” Enjoy!
If you would like to enjoy, visit Linda’s blog and read how easy it is. Here’s the link.
A Rainy Day by John W. Howell © 2022
“Now that was a waste of time.”
“What did a peanut butter cup have to do with anything?”
“I like them.”
“Yeah, I like ribs, but I don’t throw them into a story with no other rhyme or reason.”
“Well, it’s my post, and I can do that if I want.”
“What about reader consideration? Don’t you think they will be confused?”
“No more so than usual.”
“What does that mean?”
“Most know I have an unusual view of things.”
“I guess the Teddy Roosevelt thing demonstrates that. What was that all about?”
“Rain sometimes makes me think of Teddy for some reason.”
“Okay. No need to follow that up since I think it is a swamp of no return.”
“When I was a kid, I used to read on rainy days, and I loved to read about Teddy Roosevelt.”
“Cheeze, most kids would pick a baseball star.”
“Like I said, I have unusual views.”
“What about bar stuff?”
“Yeah, love me some VooDoo Ranger IPA.”
“Well, if we can forget Teddy for a while, I’m buying.”