The Key

I’m sitting in front of my house waiting for my family to get home. The Cancha is empty and dark. People walk by in pairs and taxis zoom down the street. The sky is a black blue color. The storm clouds look heavy and dark. Is that buzzing an insect or the sound of the fluorescent street lamps above? A dog is barking now. It’s more of a yipping and yapping than a bark really. I despise them all. Lightning flashes in the distance.