Tennis and Rain

I'm restless this morning. My tennis match starts this afternoon, but I'm ready to play now. I move around my apartment in anticipation. I pull out my tennis racket and start practicing in my living room. I hit fictitious forehands and backhands without the ball, careful not to break anything. I swing my racket, careful not to hit a lamp, or a picture, or anything of value. Outside my living room, dark clouds begin to form. I practice forehands and backhands because there's not room to practice my serve. Outside, the rain begins to fall. A dark sky comes to fruition. I'm restless and ready. Rain begins to fall and tennis in my living room becomes all the tennis that I get today.