The whole time I was out I kept expecting rain to begin. The sky clouded up this morning and was completely overcast by noon. When I got back from the store the slightest of breezes was blowing and I sat on the back porch and watched the clouds. A flock of tiny birds came and pecked at some bushes— so many of them at once that the bushes stirred as though a stiff breeze were blowing. At sunset a few rays escaped the clouds in the west and lit the upper reaches of the pines, but did not warm warm the chill air. It will probably get quite cold tonight. A dozen or so red buds that have appeared on one of the azalea bushes will probably never fully bloom.
The rain still hasn't begun falling, but I expect it momentarily. I had hoped it would begin before nightfall so I could watch it for a while, but listening to it in the dark will be pleasant enough. Tomorrow is soon enough to see the rain, which is apt to be around for a couple of days. I think a cup of hot tea might be in order after dinner, along with a few more cookies. That's a good way to celebrate the arrival of rain.