The Frogs of May

It had rained for the past nine days in the Sunshine State.  Torrents of water, buckets of it, had poured down.  The days had been soggy.  The nights had been filled with thunder and wind. And frogs. The unending rains have driven them into a frenzy.  Tree frogs called in screechy wails, like fingernails scratching down a blackboard, over and over. Each night it got louder.  The swamp behind May's house vibrated with it.  It drove her cat crazy. May thought a storm woke her.  But the frogs had drowned out the thunder.  Each chorus sounded like they w[...]