Sunday it poured. We had immediate puddles, miniature rivers. The chickens pretended to be wading birds. The cats withdrew to the couch.
This hummingbird took time to catch her breath and shake off her feathers at the feeder.
Even in the rain, it's beautiful. Our guests headed indoors, grabbed some games from the office, and spent some family time over good food while the rain hit the rooftops. There is a certain magic in being warm and cosy and looking out at the rain on the lake.There's an old saying that says: "Soft rain long, Hard rain short." It's true. When you get one of these intense rainfalls, they never last very long. After a few hours, the sun was back outside, and so were our guests. Everything was washed clean and new. Flowers and gardens were refreshed.
There really is no such thing as 'bad' weather. There's only the wrong clothing.
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