Soggy Sunday

It has been raining here in the Motherland since Friday morning. The rain began quietly, a little after 8AM and has been falling, on and off, for two days. It has been a warm, fall rain. At this point of the year, you sort of expect it to be cooler. I was hoping to cut our grass this weekend, but it would appear the earliest I can cut anything will be on Monday.

Back to the rain. I enjoy days like this. I enjoy the sound of the rain hitting the roof and the windows. I also like the way that the rain seems to muffle all other sounds. Today is a day that Hemingway would have liked. On a day like today he might have written:

Why did the chicken cross the road?
To die. In the rain.