Rain, rain

It was pouring this morning, the thunder waking me from my slumber, the rain lulling me back to sleep. Curled up, warm and comfortable. Spent my morning reading and relaxing. Eventually the rain stopped but I stayed caught up in Palahniuk's words.

But now my book is done, I'm alone and feeling trapped in my room. Nowhere to go, No one to go to.

Why? You tell me, we used to be close but now you seem to be making excuses to avoid me.

Whatever, fine. You deal with your drama and I'll deal with my own.

At least the rain and thunder are back, drowning out my loud, obnoxious neighbors.