Rain!

This morning when I woke up and looked out my window, there was a blanket of fog over the mountains.



The Tuckaseegee kept unrolling its gray cloth underneath the drizzle. Can you see it?



And the trees looked soaked, scrubbed, ready to be transformed into an artist's watercolor.



Poor ole Bro, however, had no artistic ambitions. He simply wanted to be let inside!