Gloom of Rain

"Ugh. Ten days of this crap. It’s just like last time."

David looked up at William. "At least it hasn’t stormed the entire time. And we learned to cook our breakfast well before dawn."

"Yeah," said William, "but being wet for too long makes me grumpy. I need the sun on my face."

David nodded. "I feel like a creature of the night. The men are getting cranky too. They want something to do besides soak up water."

"Ugh," said William again. "I want to retire to some place where it never rains."

"Don’t think there’d be much to eat," said David.

"I don’t care," said William, his eyes wide. "I’ll live on sunlight!"

David laughed.

"I miss the stars, too," said William. "I hate going a week without stargazing."

"Yeah," said David. "The clouds get old."

The two finished eating in silence and waited for the sun to rise and the rain to begin.

The sun rose. The two of them looked around. When the sun rose over the treetops, David looked at William and said, "It’s not raining."