78: mating calls

we had a reeeeeeeeeee-lee bad storm today. i thought it was a hurricane for real y'all.

the rain was coming down like the emptying of a holy keg, the wind was blowin' like a freight train haulin' butt outta detroit, and there was NO visibility AT ALL. it was horrible and very frightening because we were out driving in it.

we were taking the kids to one of those fun, all-you-can-eat places to celebrate the end of the school year. i had my double blinkers on but it got so bad that we had to pull over for a while to wait it out. then i realized i'd left our windows open at home.

as soon as it slacked up enough, i high tailed it back home to clean up the mess. but thankfully, there wasn't one. i was shocked. what with the way that rain was coming down and the way the wind was blowing, i just knew that everything close to a window would be ruined.

well y'all, God fooled me. there was just a little water on the window sills and one side of my daughter's curtains got damp. i was thankful.

i guess it was something about all that rain that brought the frogs.

when we got home, it was hotter than hot up in here. so we opened the curtains, the blinds, and the windows. ahhhh... blessed relief as the cool evening air began circulating through the cracks and crevices.

and then we realized there was NOISE. a cacophony of sound, not unlike the outcry we heard when janet's booby got flashed at the stupid bowl. i wasn't sure if it was geese--the neighborhood regulars--or if it was some other wild animal, caught in the act.

it finally dawned on us: it's the frogs!

we have several bodies of water round here, the closest being a few yards from our patio. hot summer nights in this town seem to bring symphonies of toad tenors croaking until the wee hours.

ah! i just noticed it's a lot quieter out. i only hear the crickets now.