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It was storming ferociously when I woke up this morning. In fact, the sound of the rain pounding against the bedroom window is what got me out of bed. I didn't really know what pounding was, though, until the hailstones started caroming off the paving stones in the middle of the afternoon.
It rained so hard for a while this morning that water was coming in through the door frame. I didn't realize the place wasn't watertight, but little droplets crawled along the beam and plopped onto my desk. I thought at first it was the roof leaking, but it was just a little construction fluke, I guess. It didn't last long, and there's nothing to show the landlord, so I won't bother him until the whole place sinks in the mud. Then he'll have to come and take a look.
Between showers today we had moments of brilliant sunshine. There were times when the wind blew the trees and bushes sideways. It was changeable and unpredictable, exactly what we expect this time of year. You have to paint it with a pretty broad brush to call it "predictable," but if you can warn people to expect the unexpected — and mean it — then I guess you have the idea.
The most predictable part of dealing with the weather is the muddy swamp at the end of the driveway. I hated to drive my car, so clean just a week ago, through the puddles. I was half afraid we wouldn't come out again. I never did walk through the mud to get my mail this afternoon. I just waited until I got home tonight and stopped the car in a semi-dry spot near the road. No use complaining to the landlord about that, either. Been there. He really doesn't care. | 
