An Early Summer Rain

Joe is fast asleep. Jocelyn is out with a friend at the movies. An early summer rain beats upon the window pane. It is the best kind of rain there is....strong, steady no wind, no lightning, no destruction. The tomato plants rejoice, soaking in every last drop and waiting to burst forth, once the sun again shines, with that fruit that puts the T in a BLT!

Me, I move soundlessly to the fridge, to open yet another cold frosty adult beverage...