[Honey]

He was hardly able to keep the cat with him before she spotted a mouse skittering across the floor and he was left to his own devices to wait out what he felt was going to be a long afternoon. From where he sat he was able to see the light of the midday sun that inevitably shone through the clouds to some degree, even in a storm such as that one. As it fluctuated while accommodating the rivulets of water that ran across the window’s panes, he could only figure the storm was still in full swing.

The sound could still be heard, even the shutter of thunder making its own impact in the small space, and the gentle pattering of rain could be heard overhead and it left him wondering whether or not the cellar was beneath the house or his garden. This, of course, led him to grow worrisome that he left a window open upstairs, and leaving the cat to herself he climbed the stairs to worriedly check the windows.

Checking had become worth the bother as he saw one of the windows open a smidgen while the shutters had become unhooked and batted around uselessly in the gusts of wind. in a hurry, he rushed over to close the shutters when his attention was no longer focused on the spray of water that threatened to enter his home, but the pale body that lounged in his garden while he seemed to be singing.

“Sir,” The other seemed to absorbed in the sweet lyrics that fell from his lips, and he could admit he did not particularly wish for the other to cease his singing either. However, more pressing matters were at hand. “Excuse me!” He howled out that is rang above the sound of the wind and song, “it is storming, you should not be outside!”