It rains and rains and rains…
It is cold again, sheeting rain drives against the windows. Rainwater splatters thickly; the window pane is glazed, pebbly and opaque with water.
The bursts of rain thunk, thunk, thunk, drumming on the roof, as though a hundred heavy-footed squirrels are up there tap-dancing.
The temperature, until today seasonal for
, has plummeted back to near freezing. The steady wind pushes the cold into the house and into my bones, aggravating aches and pains. New Brunswick
Across the river, the city lights are water blurred pin-dots of light, orange-gold and blue-white. The darkness of pelting water swallows the streets and buildings.
Even the cats are disinterested in their usual entertainment of window gazing. They prefer to cuddle on the sofa and snooze, warm, toasty and resting.
Possibly a sensible idea!