The rain is back, first rain of actual spring. The clouds seem thin, so the day is bright and all the buds on the fruitless mulberry tree outside my window have drops of water hanging from them. Its thick coat of moss has turned thicker from the moisture, too, and is a deep rich green. The oak in my back yard looks as though it is recovering from the recent cold weather, and its young leaves are once again pale green. The oak next door isn't doing so well, though, and its leaves are still brown. No walk today, because my shoe still has a hole in the sole and my sock gets all squishy after a few steps. Rain does not belong inside shoes.