On the bus this morning, early grey gloom crept through the windows. Everyone looked a little bedraggled, even though it hadn’t rained yet. Someone sneezed. The bus driver boomed, “Bless you,” through the microphone, and we all laughed. The skies lightened.

Outside, all afternoon, the skies threatened grey. And on the bus ride home, the streets relented and accepted the fat drops. I love that first patter on the skylights in my kitchen. This feels familiar, right somehow.

Today, the rain came back to town.