It is a dark and stormy night....

[rejectomorph]

A thunderclap woke me just before three o'clock in the afternoon. I looked out the window to see a splendid downpour with scatterings of hail. The fury didn't last long, and within minutes the storm had settled down to a drizzle. By dusk, the clouds broke and glowed a dusty pink in the sun's last light. A few wisps drifted near the bright, gibbous moon. Now the clouds are back and rain beats the roof for a few minutes, then quiets, then returns, again and again. It will probably be gone by tomorrow, so I'll enjoy it while I may.