Rain is coming. . .
. . . Dark clouds and grey day.
Earlier. .4 squirrels in the yards.
Right up to the front door. .. You are welcome little one.
I know I buried it here. . .somewhere.
Two squirrels playing in the tree.
Sunset and dark clouds.
Dark clouds. . .Bit of Blue. .
Blue Sky and rain in those clouds, I feel it.
At first dreams seem impossible, then improbable, then inevitable. Christopher Reeve