The rain is wonderful. Gray sky all day makes me way drowsy.
Janet told my sister I was homeless and sleeping in her backyard.
My sister sent me a text. It read, “If you need a place to stay for a little while, you can stay at my house.”
I called and told her, “I’m fine. It’s not as bad as it sounds.”
And, it’s not. It’s not bad at all. Not near as bad as living with relatives.
Besides, I’ll be able to sleep on Janet’s couch tonight.
Inside her house.
Away from the rain.