There was a 50/50 chance of rain here yesterday! Whoo-hoo! Pop the champagne!
Lucy and I rode extra early in the day to beat the storm. I moved hay and did all the other chores
that would be made difficult by the impending mud. Then we waited.
Just before dinnertime, the skies began to darken.
The wind picked up.
The clouds could not have looked more promising. I got everyone fed,
then Smooch and I retired to the
sunroom rainroom to watch the show.
Smooch: Sure looks like it's going to rain.
Me: It's just a matter of time!
Smooch: Sure smells like it's going to rain.
Me: If there were a perfume called Eau de Rain, I would wear it.
Smooch: The rain is so close, I can almost taste it!
Smooch: Mom, why isn't it raining?
Smooch: I'm getting kinda bored here.
Smooch: The rain passed us by again, didn't it?