I had an interview with an author in Birmingham this afternoon and when I headed out, the sky was blue as a swimming pool. Even though we woke up to a frost this morning, the sun burned it off and I wore a short-sleeve shirt on our mid-morning walk, so on the way into town, I rolled the windows down in my truck to get an analog weather report.
When I left the interview at 3 p.m., the sky had become overcast and rain speckled my windshield. The further west I drove, the darker the clouds became.
I stopped to pick up a few things for dinner. As I stepped back to the truck and clicked the door locks open, I could hear thunder in the distance.
When I rolled into the driveway, the rain was torrential, and I could hear the dogs howling as if the house were on fire. They hate bad clouds.
Tonight as I write, rain is rattling our tin roof. Tonight will be a good night for sleeping.