Thoughts of Summertime
The rain drizzled down relentlessly, turning the ground into a soggy swamp, completely eliminating the grass in some areas. The water quickly rushed into the vacant spots, instantly creating a stew of thick, sucking mud.
The sky held little hope of the storm diminishing its dismal display. The clouds hung dark in the air and, adding to the ominous scene, an unseasonably cold wind nipped at the hands and noses of the small crowd that gathered around the pitifully inadequate headstone.
The pristine white lilies that sat atop the humble wooden casket were sullied with ugly brown spots where the raindrops had mingled with the freshly tilled mound of dirt beside the gaping black hole that threatened to swallow the casket.
Christine shuddered and pulled her cloak tightly around her. The bitter wind was quite uncharacteristic for mid-April and seemed to find all the thread-barren areas of her clothing. It was the perfect day for a funeral. But somehow she ju