There are slight drizzles. Light downpours. Fierce milds. Occasional rain.
And then sometimes, the skies open and the rapture begins.
I was in Colorado during the latest reckoning. Drowned teenagers, houses swept away, cars crushed, dams burst… Nature made a good old mess of it all.
And where we? Three grown-ups and a german sheperd holed up in a small camper with vodka grapefruit for sustenance and old western movies for company. Snug as a bug in a rug.