All of a sudden, the gray skies open and lose their payload. Sheets of rain cascade past my windows and strum amidst the pebbles in my driveway. Their chorus floats back to me faintly through the closed window– a throaty song rather like a wide arena filled with applause. But who is it the rain claps for if not God himself?

The fog hangs a veil over the top of the hill– white tendrils mask the trees. Will my lunch walk be chilly and damp, I wonder.

©️ 2021 Katie Baker