Rainy Day

By Kevin Walker
“Mom!” I shouted in an over exited yell. “It is raining outside, it is really raining" As I had this flash back I looked up at the usually pale blue sky and saw a gray bunch of heavy looking clouds coming over the horizon.

“Uh Oh,” Mom said. “We better get home to your father with this firewood, it looks as though it might rain tonight. A rainy day, I thought as we neared the half way point to home or as I like to call it, “The Old Oak.” “Hey mom?” I asked. “When was the last time we had a rainy day here in Utah?”

“Oh I don’t now, I think it was back when you were about four and a half so…three years ago.” She responded. I rolled up the window as we reached my house. I waited for my mom to turn the engine off then I opened the car door and helped my mom unload the firewood. Once inside I put on a sweater over my “Barbie” t-shirt and headed towards the family room. I saw my dad watching the news while sipping at his tea. That’s my dad, I thought. Always with his tea. “Honey?” my mother called. “We may need to start a fire tonight.” Said my mother.

“You really think it is going to rain tonight, don’t you.” He said with an amused smile on his face. “Yah I do so make a fire!” my mom shot back at him with playful remorse. “Fine,” said dad as he got up from his chair. He made the fire and a couple of hours later it started to rain. My mom looked at my father with a look that said told you so. I watched as the rain pored on downwards from the sky.