waiting

Waiting for the rain and wind to stop. These witches have been braving the elements on the front porch for days now . . . losing their hats more than once . . . having their brooms torn from their spindly hands. Rain lashing their skeletal faces . . . cloaks twisted round their withered bodies. Yet, they've faced these difficult weather conditions with admirable stoicism, gazing out into the distance, never complaining once. Unfortunately, I can't say the same for myself. I had planned to set up the remainder of my Halloween props in the yard on Sunday . . . but then it started to rain and the wind picked up. Not eager to begin my Monday morning picking up mangled props, I decided to wait and hope the weather would improve by Monday evening. It didn't. Okay, perhaps Tuesday then. Nope. It just got worse. So, I took a chance and set up my graveyard fence anyway. After all, I thought, I had planned for conditions like this when building the fence. Anticipating the howls and torrents that late October would bring, I had provided room for weighting it down. Surely, with bricks and large rocks inside the columns, my fence could withstand even this raging wind. Nope . . . I glanced out the window later in the evening to discover it had fought valiantly but had lost its battle. There is hope, however. Wednesday's weather forecast has actually mentioned the word "sun" . . . so I'm optimistic that the rest of my props will get to enjoy at least a few days in the front yard . . . and those witches on the porch will likely have some stories to share with their comrades.