Waiting for the rain

 It's supposed to rain a lot tonight.

We're still waiting.

It's been cloudy all day, so every time I leave the back deck after reading for a while, I bring the cushions from my deck chair back to the porch.

Bern is talking to our granddaughter, Eleanor, who lives with our daughter and son-in-law in upstate New York, and they've had one storm already.

But we're still waiting.

I take Brigit out to pee at 8:30 or 9 p.m. and she hates the rain. Hopefully there will be a break long enough for us to go out.

But we're still waiting.