The Sound of Rain

I started writing this a few days ago, but on this very, very rainy morning, it's time.

The rain on the roof of this place next door - musical

I was walking back to my housesitting place tonight when it started drizzling. It has been warm and humid and the rain, cooler than the air, felt good, in that barely there walking through one of those restaurant mister sort of ways. Then it started coming down just a little bit more strongly, right as I was walking by what we called in Florida a palmetto bush (we also called cockroaches palmetto bugs; do the connection), the low palms with Chinese fan like leaves. I started thinking about the sound of rain on things, the new way it sounds, coming over the water in the bay where I now live, the old way of rain on the shack's roof. By the time I'd reached the gate the rain had stopped. Gratefulness that I can hear the sound of rain remained.

When the sun comes out, rain drops are so jewel like, better than any diamond I've ever seen.

Red sky at morning, sailors take warning. That works for today, when the sunrise was literally filling the house with this orange light. I really did think there was a fire for a split second, but it was only the sky on fire from the rising sun.

I'll wait for a break in the rain and go bail out my dinghy. If the break is more than a break, there will be other things to do, but if not, I still have the fun of housesitting pups who don't like the thunder and do like curling up by my shoulder and hip to keep me entertained.

Have a weatherly fine Friday. Do something festive.