' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' So Much For The Weather Forecast!

It was raining in the kitchen. “Splish...splash! ” said my footsteps enjoying themselves like never before. It was like a swamp. The butter was swimming in its blue bowl. The sugar had dissolved in its. The bread was sodden and was busy losing a lot of its breadiness. Little pieces of shit lazily floated from the cat’s litter. The sink had half a sink of rain in it as well as last night’s dirty dishes. The kettle with the lid left off had filled itself twice. It had never rained in the kitchen ...before. The book left open on page 69 was dying. The mobile phone looked like it wasn’t having an exactly good time. The stone that some kids had thrown sat on the table like a king on its throne. The broken skylight gathered around it listening like flunkeys to everything the stone had said. The birthday cake lay dead. The ink on the letter wept copiously ran away crying. Respondez s’il vous plait. It was raining in the kitchen. “Damn! ” we both said in unison “Damn! ”