Burning Boxes?

 

So many reasons not to burn boxes.  I don't want to go outside.  The birds are mad at me and will peck my eyes out because I haven't put out birdseed.  The feral cats will rush me.  The chiggers will bite me.  The UPS person will show up and yell at me again.   

I had to summon my courage and take out the trash since it's trash day.  I checked the mail.  The sky had been overcast, and I wanted to burn boxes on a rainy day to limit fire hazards.  But, wait.  The sun was out!  This actually motivated me, because there was still time while the the grass was damp.  So I carried out boxes.  When about half of them were out I realized that the wind was picking up, and the sky had almost instantly turned dark.  Hurry!  Boom!  Uh oh.  Lightning and thunder.  

Yet still I continued.  I began to hear plinking of rain on the boxes.  Bad timing.  Will they even burn?  So I struck a match and sat on a bench to monitor.  Then the rain began in earnest.  

OK.  Boxes burned.  I'm soaked.  I better rest.