D.O.P.-T.

[weofodthignen]

It really rained this morning. It was light rain as I walked home from the bus. Enough to make me glad of the trees, and to make lacy patterns on the sidewalk. But some twit was still running a high sprinkler on his lawn. Then when we left to walk the dog it was getting heavier--and turned into a glasses-wetting, battering shower. The dog wimped out and we had a short walk. It stayed grey and chilly for at least an hour. Now the clouds have swept back and down and are rolled up in the corners of the sky like eiderdowns, and the geraniums outside my window are nodding in the breeze, their red heads already dry.