proof

i took this picture last week, as proof for those who do not live in seattle, and really, as proof for myself, so that i know that i am not crazy when i say the gray skies are like a low ceiling. the blue tries hard, it really does, but most days, the gray is just too strong...
on this day, before picking up francis from school, i checked the weather, because i was walking. the weather report had said thunderstorms, to which i was excited (contrary to what you may think: i'm not opposed to weather that does something. thunderstorms are rare in seattle, and i miss them, and alas, the predicted thunder did not happen) but when i stepped outside to test it myself, the sky was blue, so i set off with just a jean jacket and no umbrella. all the way to school i saw blue skies. but when i picked up francis, and we turned around to head home, the sky that had been behind me was completely black. i said: "francis, let's see if we can make it home before the rains come!" and we set off briskly. he just shook his head in resignation and said "mama. i think it must be true. the rain really DOES follow you wherever you go." (inside joke of my family) we walked fast, the wind picked up, and i actually got excited that we might experience thunder and lighting...something to make the gray worth it...but they never came. the rains started chuckin' it down when we were about a block away and francis said "let's run!" once inside, it started pouring, and was just the sort of afternoon to catch up on some wonder woman netflix and planet earth episodes.
today marks sunshine for three days in a row...
i'm ready for summer...