Still, the best scenery was in the sky. The cloudscapes were constantly shifting, and changing tone. Thick bands of gunmetal grey would thin a bit and begin to glow as though burnished, then thin some more and turn bright silver, then open to reveal blue patches with the fluffy white cloud tops rising into them. Meanwhile, some other part of the sky would be darkening and casting deep shade across the land, making it seem as though the rain could begin at any moment. Something was happening in some part of the sky all afternoon, but no rain fell.
Rain still hasn't fallen, but I am listening for it. December rains are cold, but I want to go out to feel the first drops, anyway. Right now, the sky is still behaving as it did all day, and swaths of stars are appearing and vanishing as the clouds form and dissolve and drift about. I hope the storm doesn't shift farther north, leaving us dry. This will be only the second rainy spell since last spring, and I'm eager to hear it beating on the roof and the fallen mulberry leaves.
