Out my living room window the rain is coming down.
Raining cats and dogs.
Raining pitchforks and hammer handles.
The type of rain that calls for curling up on the couch with a cup of tea and a book for the afternoon. Or do some crochet and watch some shows I've had on the DVR for a while.
The kind of rain that makes me not want to leave the house for any reason.
Of course, just as the heavens open up and the bottom falls out - this is the time that the dog starts whining to go out. Now. In the midst of the downpour. And apparently he needs to go right now!
It also happens to be a day when I need to run to the store and the post office. And take the male offspring to his guitar lesson.
So, I set the book aside. Give the crochet hooks a longing look. And forget the tea.
I resign myself to the fact that my hair is going to be a mess today, no matter what I do.
I put away the cute shoes; because I know my feet are going to get soaked.
I take a deep breath, pull up the hood on my rain jacket, and brave the rain...