“Plop.” The sound came soft and clear from somewhere in the fading dusk. I looked around for what it might be and there, unmoving in the dark, was the shape of a frog. As I approached for a better look it shook off the fall and hopped away. It made me smile. Back to reading.
“Plop.” Seriously? Yes, another frog fell from the heavens and onto the same piece of lawn furniture. Siblings? Husband and wife? Probably the latter, as the second one took off in a different direction as the first 🙂 And I giggled harder the more I thought about the likelihood of not one, but two, frogs free falling into my awareness. The refrain from “It’s Raining Men” ran though my mind with new lyrics, about frogs of course.
Humidity is rising, barometer’s getting low
According to all sources, the RV’s the place to go
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