Barometer

Moby is our barometric cat. He can tell it's going to storm, and he doesn't like it. So he hides. While out having lunch, there was a lovely, heavy downpour. So we knew he'd be under and in somewhere when we got home. Deep in the closet, as it turned out. So when the clouds gathered again, and we couldn't find him, we figured it would be raining any moment.





Apparently not. He'd found a sunbeam, and was not about to give it up for the mere possibility of rain. He'll slink off later, if need be.

I think the thing about August sun is the angle, as it intrudes, batters from the side, more surface area hit with glaring rays scattering everywhere.

Lovely big raindrops, though. Even if it hasn't cooled off much. The dark promise of more.