Rain dance

With clouds gathering on the horizon, accompanied by some unexpected rolls of thunder this afternoon, Ruby thought it appropriate to dig out her rain suit and rubber boots in preparation for the coming rainy season. In spite of some rain-inciting arabesques, we did not get even a drop, although I felt a few sprinkles while out watering the garden later that evening. Iris joined in by donning her hoody. It will rain soon enough, judging from the springtime signs of trees flowering like crazy all over town and the anticipation shown by the ants, mosquitos and other bichos who are now showing up in the house with greater frequency. I'm not sure whether to view this change in season with joy or trepidation, but certainly everything could use a good wash and hopefully the pollution levels will decline a bit with the rain too. Ruby, having grown up in Ellensburg with its paltry levels of rainfall in comparison to what one usually expects of the Pacific Northwest, will have to be convinced that rain is not a cataclysmic event. A single springtime in DC was not enough to divest her of that notion but I think what we are about to experience will do the trick with some coaxing from us.