Can't Stand The Rain by Latitta Waggoner

tiger snake. She was so fed up with her family and their bull. They stayed in her business like they had a right or permission to do so and she was sick of it. She lit up her blunt and went to take a puff to try and ease her mind.
    “Fuck you, bitch. You always trying to judge somebody like you better than them. You ain’t better than nobody and Kent ain’t either. You may have a man who provides for you now, but don’t no man want a sorry, lazy bitch like you. You probably didn’t even cook for him today and he been at work making a living for yo trifling ass. And I saw his Cadillac parked in a driveway where it didn’t belong the other night so you better check that shit before your house no longer be a home, bitch!”
    Jasmine did not mean to let those words come out the way that she did, but she was hurt by her sister’s words and wanted to hurt her just as much. She was tired of Azylae mistreating her just because she was prettier and had a man who had a good job and was able to provide for her and their son.
    Azylae started to choke from the smoke as well as from the shock of her sister’s words. If she was face to face with her she would have definitely slapped her in that moment.
    “What the fuck did you just say? I know you not trying to say that Kent is cheating on me? My man wouldn’t dog me out like that sorry ass loser you keep having babies for.”
    “That is enough!!” Azylae’s mother, Donna, finally was able to get another word in. “You two are fighting like two dogs in the streets. You should be building each other up rather than tearing each other down.”
    Just then, Kent opened the front door and strolled into the house. Azylae was heated and was glad to have an excuse to get off of the phone.
    “Fuck both of ya’ll. I don’t want to hear anymore. My man just walked into the home that we will be shacking up in, possibly for life. Now, I need to feed him this meal that I have prepared for him. Don’t call my phone no mo’. Bye!”              
    She hung up her phone and threw it across the couch.
                  Azylae was on fire and all she could do to keep from losing her cool was to take another long drag of what she was smoking. She just stared at Kent as he walked over to her to give her a hug and a kiss.
    “What’s wrong, babe? What was that all about?”
                  “That was mom and Jas with that same ol’ bullshit that they come at me with every now and then. Asking me when you and I are going to get married, and that I must not be taking care of my business and cooking for you if you haven’t asked me to marry you yet. Jas saying that you must be cheating if you not trying to marry me.”
    She took another hit of her blunt before she passed it to Kent. She could feel all of her anger slowly leaving.
                  “Ahh, babe. They bugging. You know not to listen to them clowns. I don’t know why they so worried about us. As long as I am treating you right, shouldn’t nothing be said about when or if we get married. She need to be worried about what goes down in her household and why her nigga stay cheating and whooping up on her.”
                  Azylae nodded her head and took the blunt that Kent was passing over to her.
    “That’s exactly what I said. I ain’t worried about neither one of them though. I’m good where I’m at.”
    She passed the blunt back to Kent and reached for her bag and cigars so that she could roll them up another one.
    “I’m starved, babe. What you cook?”
    Kent inhaled as he hoped for a good hot meal.
    “Nothing, I was hoping we could go to that new Chinese place up the way and see what they buffet looking like.”
    “Dang, I thought you said that you had cooked something?”
    “Yeah, I was lying. That lil bitch was trying to do me so I had to make something up.”
    Kent shook his head and thought, typical Azylae.
    “Where’s Daniel?”
    Kent realized that