The weatherman said yesterday that we had an 80% chance of Rain, but that lying son of an unwed mother has lied to us before.
This morning I said some unkind things about his ancestors.
Blistering would be an appropriate adjective for today. Hellish is another that comes to mind. I have more, but you get the idea.
Later, when Jilda looked at the weather for today, swine swore that we had a 60% chance of rain.
We decided to take a different approach. Instead of doubting, we took him at his word. We talked about how nice it would be to smell rain on the wind.
We took our ferns off the Screen Porch and put them by the fountain so they could enjoy the impending showers.
As we ate supper tonight, Taz our little dog skittered into the tv room and jumped into our lap.
She never does that unless she's frightened.
We muted the TV and opened the door to the Screen porch and listened. We both smiled when we heard thunder in the distance.
Suddenly, rain began drumming on our metal roof.
I haven't heard a more beautiful sound in some time.
