Outside my window, the sky is dark, dramatic, and glowering.
“Maybe there will finally be some rain today,” says my husband.
“That would be really nice,” I answer, but then I turn to the forecast.
It says that we can expect a day of dramatic, dark clouds … but no rain. None. Nor any rain for the next week. Maybe next weekend. I know from experience that meteorologists have no idea what the weather will be doing a week from now. They just put that stuff there to keep us from losing hope.
I’m trying not to lose hope … but we sure do need rain. Clouds? They’re a tease. They make us think something is going to happen to relieve the drought.
At least it isn’t so hot. That’s something.