CHAPTER 7: Rain Rain Go Away...
The next day it was drizzling. Just a light mist falling from the sky. It was nice weather, and it also gave me an excuse to make some hot cocoa for myself. Dad always complains about my sweet tooth. Not only do I use extra chocolate, but I also add extra cinnamon and honey. On rainy days, Megan is allowed to stay inside our house as long as she doesn't go into Dad's room and/or make loud noises. So I made myself comfortable on the couch, sipped my hot cocoa, and stroked Megan's head while reading a book.
The day after that, the rain was pouring. Water and hail was pounding on our roof and keeping everyone awake. Meg wouldn't stop howling, either. Dad was on the verge of making her stay in the tool shed outside, but I convinced him to let her stay here. I assumed my "date" with Sam was cancelled, because there was no way anyone would walk a mile in this weather. I made more hot cocoa for myself and wrote in my notebook. I don't use it very much since I'm not much of a writer, but with this rain and hail, I had nothing else to do. I decided to write a haiku poem:
Pitter patter splash
Hail and raindrops hit the roof
Water everywhere
Then, since I got into a creative mood, I wrote another:
Dark gray cloud filled sky
Moist foggy air surrounds me
Will the sun return?
I couldn't write a third since I had "used up" my creativity for the day when I heard a tap on the door. I thought it might be just a piece of hail, but then I heard a muffled voice calling my name. Dad gave me a confused look, and I explained that I had made a friend and we were planning to meet today. I rushed to the door and opened it. Sam was standing on the porch with an umbrella, a thick jacket, and a pair of worn boots. I had no idea that he'd show up.
The next day it was drizzling. Just a light mist falling from the sky. It was nice weather, and it also gave me an excuse to make some hot cocoa for myself. Dad always complains about my sweet tooth. Not only do I use extra chocolate, but I also add extra cinnamon and honey. On rainy days, Megan is allowed to stay inside our house as long as she doesn't go into Dad's room and/or make loud noises. So I made myself comfortable on the couch, sipped my hot cocoa, and stroked Megan's head while reading a book.
The day after that, the rain was pouring. Water and hail was pounding on our roof and keeping everyone awake. Meg wouldn't stop howling, either. Dad was on the verge of making her stay in the tool shed outside, but I convinced him to let her stay here. I assumed my "date" with Sam was cancelled, because there was no way anyone would walk a mile in this weather. I made more hot cocoa for myself and wrote in my notebook. I don't use it very much since I'm not much of a writer, but with this rain and hail, I had nothing else to do. I decided to write a haiku poem:
Pitter patter splash
Hail and raindrops hit the roof
Water everywhere
Then, since I got into a creative mood, I wrote another:
Dark gray cloud filled sky
Moist foggy air surrounds me
Will the sun return?
I couldn't write a third since I had "used up" my creativity for the day when I heard a tap on the door. I thought it might be just a piece of hail, but then I heard a muffled voice calling my name. Dad gave me a confused look, and I explained that I had made a friend and we were planning to meet today. I rushed to the door and opened it. Sam was standing on the porch with an umbrella, a thick jacket, and a pair of worn boots. I had no idea that he'd show up.
"Uh... hi." He mumbled. "May I come in please?"
I hesitated. If Dad wasn't in the house, I would have welcomed him in. But what would he think of the fact that I had a friend that was a boy (not quite my boyfriend yet) and I invited him over without permission? I replied "I'll have to ask my dad," and shut the door. I ran into the living room and hoped he wouldn't take the news baddly.
"Who was at the door?" He asked.
"M-my friend. Can he come in? It's pouring out there." I answered.
He gave me a serious look. "Did you say... he?"
Oh no. This wasn't going to end well. I gulped. "Yes."
"So your friend is a boy. Correct?"
"Yes."
"Are you and him together? A couple?"
"Yes. Er... no. Yes and no. We're just friends. But he's standing out these and he's cold and we should let him in no matter what's happening between us."
He folded his hands amd looked at the wall. He seemed to be in deep thought. "Did you invite him here, or did he come by himself?"
"I said that we could meet by the sycamore tree today, but I didn't think he'd show up because of the weather." Maybe being honest could get me on his good side.
He faced me and stared into my eyes. "Then how does he know where we live? Has he come here to this house before?" Automatically, his voice switched ti the one he uses for scolding me.
"No! Why would I? He probably only guessed that this house was ours, since it's closest to the sycamore." I responded.
He kept staring at me, trying to read my expression, and sighed. "Alright. Fine. Have it your way. But only because it's raining." he muttered. "But I wanna see this kid before he sets foot in this house." He marched to the door and flung it open, but there was no one there. We looked down the dirt path and saw a fresh set of footprints in the mud. Sam have left because I was taking too long. Dad groaned as he marched back into the house.
The day after that was about the same, except for the Sam part. Megan was restless so I took her for a twenty minute walk in the rain, and when we got back home, we were both soaked. She shook the water droplets ofd her fur right when she hot into the living room, wetting the newspaper that Dad had purchased last week. Dad had been gloomier than the weather for the past day. To cheer him up, I made him a mug of hot cocoa, but without extra chocolate, cinnamon, or honey. He seemed more happy after that, but we were still bored. So I wrote another haiku:
Waiting on the porch
What is going on inside?
Maybe I should leave.
I felt bad for Sam and decided to make it up to him by giving him an apple or two and scheduling another "date."
On the fourth day, the raining gradually stopped and a faint rainbow appeared.
Waiting on the porch
What is going on inside?
Maybe I should leave.
I felt bad for Sam and decided to make it up to him by giving him an apple or two and scheduling another "date."
On the fourth day, the raining gradually stopped and a faint rainbow appeared.
