Maybe gonna rain....

I think it's gonna rain.....
Overcast ‘n cloudy.....maybe gonna rain...been a long time since we’ve had a real honest to goodness rain but it’s the end of October.....November is ‘pon us ‘n it’s time for rain.....
what it’s time for is for da gurlz to get out’a school (they get out early on Thurs) which means it’s time for me ‘n da boyz (Rusty ‘n Willie) to go to O’vale....

And so the rain came to Fair Oaks.....late in the day, from low’ring skies....a soft rain, gentle and unassuming, making the blacktopped streets shine and glisten with reflected lights.....Well, heck! It’s been a long time since we’ve had rain so I feel just a little bit entitled to ramble on.....
Rain in northern California ain’t like the rain back east...
for one thing, it ain’t as wet....well, all water is wet of course but back east when it rains, it rains all over you and you get wet....really wet.....here, the rain is more like a mist that just floats around you...if you stay in it long enuff, you’ll get wet but if you’re just walking from the car to your front door, you won’t really notice it....
Anyways, it’s Thursday evening ‘n it’s raining.....Da gurlz are watching my teevee......
Y’know, one ‘a the things that I forgot about the rain...
walking the dogs in the rain is an adventure all by itself but it don’t end there.....becuz when y’get home, y’gotta dry off their feet....’n in the case of Willie, cuz he’s built so low to the ground...y’gotta wash off his belly as well...
ah well, dogs.....y’gotta love ‘em if you’re gonna put up with ‘em....
anyway, it’s a quiet rainy evening ‘n I’m gonna watch some teevee ‘n go to bed...make an early nite of it....

And it dripped all nite...
Ev’ry time I woke, it was dripping....Ol Edgar rapping, tapping at my chamber door....but it didn’t seem t’bother the chickens...I didn’t hear any of them until morning...a grey and somber morning but that didn’t stop them from crowing....
Ah well, coffee’s on the boil, our sad excuse for a morning paper is here ‘n the dogs are circling...they want Millyrose ‘n me t’be in the same room....nuthin’ like t’getherness on a damp Friday morn.....