My nipples are pointier than usual. Not so many hours ago, I was regretting that I'd worn jeans. Walking outside to smoke made me feel as if I were, not quite sweating, but developing a certain sheen. Now, my jaunt outside makes me think of wishing I had a sweater.
And as for the rain I rhapsodized about so many nights ago? Yeah, those clouds kept on moving, sharing their longed for moisture with the mountains to the east. I actually watched the clouds, later that evening, as they blew east and away, shedding not a drop for us valley folk.
But then the next day we got a quick shower, and then we got another quick shower over night. It could have been more, but we love each little drop we happen upon.