A Warm Summer

It was raining in June, a common occurrence now that I'm used to it. The cabin's old wooden walls whine and cry as the wind hit against it. Protecting me from the chill. I sat calmly at the table, munching on my toasty strawberry pop tart. Looking out the window, through the trees, and past the lake, I pondered whether or not to visit the house up the woods. But most of all, is this rain ever going to stop?