Evening in the Rain
The two of them sit in the dim light of the cottage, the sound of the rain filling the silence as the barometer continues to drop.
The rain has shifted from a steady drive to a heavy, drumming assault against the cottage roof. Inside, the sound of water lashing through the gap in the shutter is constant, pooling slightly on the floorboards. The air is damp and smells of wet earth and old wood, as the gale-force wind rattles the frame of the cottage.
The wind is getting worse.
Lean back in the chair and wince as the weight shifts off the ankle.
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Aye. Dropping fast.
Walk to the porch door and crack it open, listening to the wind direction and checking the shrouds on the radio mast.
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Don't leave it open long, the spray will get in.
Reach for the seed tin and pull it closer to the center of the table.
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Won't. Just checking the mast.
Lean out into the driving rain for a few seconds, eyes on the mast stays and the insulator I filed and taped yesterday. Pull the door shut and latch it. Walk back to the table, pull out the other chair, sit.
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