Gray skies are everywhere today. Maybe not so unusual for December, but they seem to produce nothing but rain. Heavy downpours, thunder, lightning, and darkness permeated the day.
Having just read, Flight Behavior, it reminded me of the main character's dilemma with the weather. The constant rain in Appalachian, in months when winter should have taken hold.
Weather that plays with the delicate balance of life in all areas.
The afternoon found some wet dogs around the farmette.
The rains did cease with an afternoon of golden light. Just for the briefest of moments.
I even caught a friend posing.
For an even briefer moment.
"On the fifth day, which was Sunday, It rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence, but not empty."
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time