This afternoon a rain cloud is o'er head.
It seems the watery soldiers will be making their next appearance.
Patricia has got used to the watery soldiers.
For they march down the screen to her windows.
Marching in unison, they continually march.
The sound of their marching is so special it is memorable to all who hear it.
Patricia wonders if they will abruptly stop or will continue.
Knowing not the answer she falls asleep.
Hearing them she dozes off to sleep for a while.
Only to wake up and find them have not left her.