It's rained for days. Thursday night after the Christmas parade, it began and it's only stopped to catch it's breath a time or two.
Jilda's started painting Christmas cards right after coffee this morning. She stopped long enough for us to walk the dogs.
She slipped on her raincoat, but the skies had lightened, and by the second lap, the rain had stopped. The gray clouds moved off to the east. I smiled.
She was letting Taz the Wonder Yorkie find a place to do her business so I sat on the thinking bench and waited.
I leaned back and snapped a picture of the sky.
When Jilda and Taz walked up to me she said, "Don't get your hopes up. The rain is not finished."
I doubted it. But this evening as we left to go to the office Christmas party, it was pouring rain.