Rain Outside This Morning

Yesterday I washed a white cotton crocheted summer sweater I like to wear and put it out on the porch in the hot baking sun on a white towel to dry. I noticed it at the end of the busy day last night, nice and dry and ready to wear soon.

This morning at 5:30 I woke to rain, lay awake a bit loving the sound of it, then remembered the sweater, flew out of bed, and found it and the towel drenched. Back in the washer it went, dripping mess, and a sharp reminder of how things are always in flux.