Then came the Rains of Ranjapur to beat upon our roof and spatter against our windows and walls, flooding the garden, setting the roads awash and making of the world a Great Puddle. The winds have been howling of late, too, and it’s generally making for a sort of miserable day out there.
On the upside, I do believe I saw a raft of about six rats poling their way down Not Wisteria Lane this morning…and, by late afternoon, we had a temperature of about 52.
It didn’t last, but it was nice for a little while. It’s colder now, and the rain continues.