Right now the rain is no more than a soft veil, but it has been furious and splendid at times. Wind has blown, too, and has been waved goodbye by the mulberry leaves. It is surprising how much foliage remains on the trees. The gray day is full of russet and red and yellow, and evergreen green. Hungry birds have given up their shelters and emerged to peck at the lawns. My grass is all green again, too, and sparkles with raindrops. Afternoon is white jewels on plush, and night will be a long song of water and wind. To hell with the gas bill and stertorous furnace, I couldn't be more pleased.