A Gray Day

The thunder outside the white farm house rumbled again, shaking the windows in their loose frames. Jaqu's window was the only one open in a welcome gesture for the threatening rain. A fresh gust rushed in from the great outdoors moving her white lace curtains with it's whisperings and Jaqu shivered savoring her discomfort. A girl of fourteen at the age of guilt and shame, Jaqu detested herself and yearned for a bit of self punishment.
Down a stretching dirt road the rusty barn groaned as a torrent of rain spilled down in sheets from the gray sky. Bessy lowed in unison with the worn timbers and Tim touched her side with his free hand, milking at a steady pace with the other. He looked up at the sky he could not see and shook his head. One more watering like this for the fields and they might not have to worry about the dying sprinkler system.
Cassie hitched her skirts higher up her scrawny, scab speckled legs, and waded further into the pond, attempting to blow her rain sodden hair out of her face. A croak from Cassie's right resulted in a crooked grin from her seven-year-old mouth and she giggled, "You ain't got to hide no more, froggies. Cassie's got a nice new bed for you at home." A second, lower croak joined the first and before Cassie knew it, a choir of gug-ar-ums were singing to her.