Something About the Rain

What the rain did to Velda

Something About the Rain

"After four long weeks, it looks like the rain is finally letting up. But Velda, why she's just getting started! She natters on and on about nothin' most of the time anyways these days. But when we get a long spell of rain; she just seems to get even more wound up.

"That's when she most always spends every wakin' moment complainin' about somethin' or t'other. If it ain't about the weather, this godforsaken town and the people in it, it's about me and my habits. God knows we been married long enough by now you'd think she'd be used to them. But when it rains for more'n a day or two you'd think I dint have anythin' but bad habits.

" I mostly jest put it down to the miseries that rain brings out in both of us now 'n tune her out. Neither one o'us is ever gonna be young as we was, but Velda cain't seem to get that through her 'hairsprayed withing an inch of its life' head. She's allus wearing her skirts too short and her face to painted up. She keeps tryin' to act twenty when the whole town knows she's more'n three times that.

" I don't say nothin' anymore. It ain't no use anyhow. Velda's Velda and forty plus years o' wedded bliss ain't never changed her yet and prob'ly never will. I've seen her without them trappin's when we go to bed and I like her best when she remembers to be the woman I fell like a ton o' bricks forty years ago today.

"Yep, today's the anniversary o' the day we met, and I got a big surprise for my Velda. She's bin pesterin' me for new bedroom furniture fer months, so I'm havin' it delivered this noon. She's gonna be so surprised! I kin hardly wait t' see her face!

"Damnation, it's rainin' agin! I hope them delivery boys get here soon, if I sit out in this truck much longer, Velda's gonna notice and call the sheriff. What's this?

'She's gettin' into her old Volvo! Velda never goes anywhere at this hour; her stories are on now! I better head her off or my surprise is gonna be spoiled!

"I don't believe it! My Velda just went into the Moon Glow Motor Court with that snake oil salesman Bass McGregor. I sure as hell hope they're jus' talkin' but I misdoubt it.

"I didn't mean to, but now I've gone and done it! Velda jest wouldn't shet up 'n Bass jest stood there starin' the barrel o' my ole twelve gauge; the one I keep in my truck fer pertection. The whole time all I could hear was that damn rain, poundin' poundin' poundin. I kinda think I heered a loud blast but I aint too sure now. All this rain and there's jest somethin' about rain that gets to Velda. As fer that, guest you could say the rain kin get to me too.

500 WORDS 8/28/2025