raining really hard, but no wind. flash of lightning and some thunder.
moved to the porch for a better view. can't see any of the usual back yard squirrel/bird residents. where did they all go? do they know something?
eating melba toast. crunchy, but too dry. espresso not ready yet. TB is standing behind me singing weird al's 'eat it'. slight breeze just blew some rain onto the porch. i'm not ready to run for cover yet, so i'll tough it out. i'm like the weatherpeople on TV. staying out here for my readers. the truth must be documented. and the truth is rain.
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