It's Not A Fib With Your Fingers Crossed Behind Your Back

Invariably our best nights were those when it rained. - Thoreau

its raining blunt grey

please tell me what else to say

the sky wouldn't lie

Author's Note

"The gentle rain which waters my beans and keeps me in the house today is not drear and melancholy, but good for me too. Though it prevents my hoeing them, it is of far more worth than my hoeing. If it should continue so long as to cause the seeds to rot in the ground and destroy the potatoes in the low lands, it would still be good for the grass on the uplands, and, being good for the grass, would be good for me, too." - Thoreau