If you looked outside about an hour ago, it was as dark as the middle of night. Garry said: “It’s gotten awfully dark awfully fast.”
“It’s going to rain,” I said.
“I was raining when I came in before,” he responded.
“Yes,” I said, “But now it’s REALLY going to rain.”
It rained. Very hard. Then it stopped and the sun came out. Now it looks like late afternoon on a normal day and all the birds are back eating and chirping. All the pretty little birds. The Goldfinches and the House Finches. The Chickadees and the Rose-breasted Grosbeak. Doves and an occasional flicker or Red-Bellied Woodpecker.
Between the rainstorms, they drop by for a meal. They aren’t bothered by the rain. I guess for them, it’s just the way the world is. The need their own houses. With servants to clean up the mess.
I wonder if it will rain tomorrow?