It rained a few days back. Finally.
After last year's messy precipitous ways, I resolved to finally invest in a decent hooked cane umbrella this year. Then autumn two thousand eleven stayed drier than any autumn I've known. So last week's rain was wonderful. Last Sunday night as I puttered, I exited into the cold concrete of the garage, feet well swathed in slipper, to change the laundry. It took me from full motion to complete stop - the gentle roar of rain on rafter and board. I smiled.
But this week's been as dry as ever.
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