Oni and the Barometer

It was at least degrees cooler than it had been when i'd first stepped on to the porch. I relished the feeling of being just a little chilled, and took a throw from the arm of the chair and tossed it over my legs. As quickly as it had come, the rain moved. Oni picked up his plate again and ate a few bites, wondering if the sun would poke back out. And i hoped that it wouldn't. The break from the heat felt wonderful. But i knew if the clouds moved out, the temperature would shoot right back up. It might even be stickier than it was before, with all the fallen rain sitting on leaves and blades of grass,