The sky hangs dark and sinister as small, demure drops patter against the panes.
Obviously, it’s a perfect day.
Perfect for the likes of puddle jumping and dancing in the rain–two of the best activities in the whole wide world.
But, alas, there are project to be done. So, here I’ll sit, nursing a vat of hot tea, nibbling a scone, and listening to mood music . . .
Maybe, just maybe, when I mark the final item off my list, I’ll be rewarded with a good downpour.
At least a girl can dream.