It was so wet, even the frogs had to look for higher ground. Right now they were clinging to the siding on the south wall outside my house. The ground was soaked and flooded, the rain was still coming, and the weather map showed a bright red extreme weather spot right over us. I might have to make like a frog soon, and climb up to the top of my house.
Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “frogs.”
First 50 Words - Prompts for Writing Practice 
They weren’t our guys, so they had to earn our trust. They were protecting our left flank, or were supposed to be. We wouldn’t know until the attack initiated. My eyes focused on my sector of fire; scanning, looking for targets of opportunity. The assault initiated with the sound of mortars flying over our heads and exploding on the buildings in front of us. As we advanced, one of my squad mates shouted “Contact Left” and we reoriented our weapons to engage the enemies advancing toward us. At that moment volleys of fire exploded toward our attackers. In moments the radio crackled, “Threat neutralized”. Thanks Frogs. You’ve earned a place at our table.
This has been a very wet spring in the northeastern part of the country, so, more times than not, I hear the frogs croaking in the morning when I take the dog out to the patio. I don’t see them and that’s a good thing, but I’m vigilant because I’m deathly afraid of them.