Woke up this morning to a dark, dark sky.

“Maybe it will rain,” I said.

“Maybe,” said my husband. “But I doubt it.”

“Maybe it will rain so you can come home and we can run about downtown this afternoon, assuming the bank unfreezes my account,” I said.

“No,” my husband said morosely. “It’s just going to play with our minds.”

He left for work. I watched the sky for a bit. It really was much too dark to just be overcast.

It raineth. Oh, ye of little faith.