day was rainy dark
rain fell on the barn roof and
dripped steadily
The next day was rainy and dark.
Rain fell on the roof of the barn and dripped steadily from the eaves.
Rain fell in the barnyard and ran in crooked courses down into the lane where thistles and pigweed grew.
Rain spattered against Mrs. Zuckerman’s kitchen windows and came gushing out of the downspouts.
Rain fell on the backs of the sheep as they grazed in the meadow.
When the sheep tired of standing in the rain, they walked slowly up the lane and into the fold.
From Charlotte’s Web by EB White.
It has been raining all day here in the Low Country of South Carolina and it is supposed to rain for another 2 days.
I have been told to work from home tomorrow and we will see about Wednesday when Wednesday comes.
The rain falls on the roofs of the buildings here in the apartment complex and it drips off the eaves.
We wait for worse things.
Tidal surges.
Power outages.
Mandatory evacuations.
What fun.
We watch and we wait.
Do we have everything powered up if the power goes down?
What do we do without power?
Go to bed early I guess but I don’t want to find out.
For a bit of hope, the passage from Mr. White describes a big day for Wilbur the pig.
After a distressful day of rain and cold and boredom, Wilbur meets Charlotte.
Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow.
It will be Thursday before we know it, I hope.
And the rain, rain will have gone away.
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