Friday, February 18, 2011

Rain Check

Something about the way the rain fell onto his windowpane pained him. Drop. Drop. Drop. He waited for another drop, but they held back in mocking hesitation. Every pause, every break in the rhythmic patter irked him. Now it was all he could focus on, just the beat of water upon glass. No other noise could compete with that loathsome deluge. With his ears straining, focus was lost on any productive activity he may or may not have been accomplishing. Concentrate, he thought, but the thought of his lost resolve only distracted further from his essay on the water cycle.

1 comment:

  1. Another great post and exactly 100 words by my count. Keep up the good work.