Then I woke to continued drizzle. Oh, displeasure! Then, when afternoon brought partial clearing and bright sunlight to whiten the tumbling clouds, it seemed that night might be clear as well. But as dusk neared, darker clouds again massed in the east. Oh, no! I was then sure I would miss the eclipse. As a further vexation, dinner was not good. Then, after dinner, I took the trash out and, to my surprise, I discovered that the weather had ceased being a total dick. The east had cleared and the rising moon was gleaming through the twigs of the bare oaks. I watched it turn deep orange, and was able to keep it at least partly in view through totality, though there was always a bit of foliage silhouetted against it. It was fairly cold out, but the air was full of post-storm freshness and so worth the mild discomfort.
Now that I've seen the moon turn the color of a pumpkin again, I'll probably be less crotchety for a few days, at least. Now, back to the rain.