As I walked into the office building this morning, I noticed the squeaking of my tennis shoes on the polished floor. That and "squish-squish" have become the soundtrack of our rainy days. The umbrella that I keep in my bag for emergency showers has been pressed into service more times than I can count.
And with a hurricane barreling toward the East Coast this may just the beginning of our wet weather woes.
For now, I'm going to think dry thoughts — not sure exactly what those are ... but I'll come up with some.
(St. Stephen's Green, Dublin. Not a cloud in the sky.)