Friday afternoon and the rain outside

The smell of fried chicken jolted her
it is almost past lunch time
outside the window, droplets of rain
start to fall from the sky
and a low rumble in the distance
can be heard
as has often been so for most afternoons.

She looks out the window
the stray dogs were nowhere to be seen (of course!)
and one floor above
the sound of a drill
vibrates downwards into her room
and an invisible hand resumes hammering
THUMP THUMP THUMP

She wonders whether the new tenant will ever be satisfied
with the renovation works
which has been going on for
more than 3 months now
(for goodness sake!)
... sigh ...
she shifts her eyes away from her laptop.

The rain falls steadily
droplets pattering on the signage outside
as she, thinking nothing in particular now, her gaze
turns back to the chicken drumstick next to her keyboard
it is almost 3 in the afternoon
and she stands up to make herself
a cup of coffee.