It's just glorious....

I drove to work in a haze of grey and a patter of raindrops, steady enough I had the windshield wipers on full. Steady enough that the highway traffic, though it wasn't especially heavy, was not doing the speed limit. Small bits of standing water and the swish of tires stirring it up, flinging it up. Not enough to make a spray or anything; only an inch at most, I'd say. But nice.

It looks still night, twilight and shadow, outside the office windows. The treatment that is supposed to make them block harmful UV makes everything dimmer: on summer days, shadowed prettily. On rainy winter mornigs, turning it all to a blue-purple dusk.

It's gorgeous. It's also wet enough that I actually zipped up my coat and pulled up the hood to shelter from it on my way in this morning.

It may turn to snow, later today, they're saying. There's a cold front moving in. I hope, if it does, it's nice enough not to do it dramatically and ice all our cars up. Heh.

Thank goodness.

We're having a farewell lunch for a very nice lady who's retiring from our office today, at the restaurant across the street. It's a double-farewell, because ironically, this is the last day that restaurant is having a lunch menu at all.

Thank goodness. Their food is nasty, nasty, nasty. I will probably have to pay for something small there to be nice, but I'll be better served to actually eat at the deli later.

Unfortunately several of my coworkers quite like the place. :) But it's all icky, over-rich, over-priced stuff. The green salad is okay, and probably what I'll get, but....

Lunch.

Okay, lunch wasn't so bad. They had clam chowder, and that plus the salad made a nice meal. And the waitress was nice, especially for someone whose job vanishes after today.

It's brighter out, now. Afternoon and a touch of sunshine through cloud, half-shadowed by the cloud, greyed by the sun protection on the windows, dusting the sills and a triangle of dark blue carpet.

And now, I should go back to doing something which has at least passing kinship with productive activity, I suppose.

Coming home, after dark.

You know, you shouldn't tell me my weather descriptions are good, I might do more of them. Besides, it's raining, and the rain's beautiful.

I came home after dark (but no, not just now). The parking lot's surface was a sheen of black touched with amber streaks from the lights, and gentled by the ambient light from them. And all across its surface, a scattering of silver darts, where wind-driven rain struck the puddles, rippled them, pulled their surfaces in brief sputters of disturbance. The rain spattering against my coat, against the car with the soft sounds of water onto metal and glass.

Also onto the grocery bags, with the rattle of water striking plastic. Ah, well, so the prosaic does exist.

The wind is up tonight, not high, but present, brushing over rooftops and against windows, carrying the rain gently rather than driving it, when it falls. We don't have the heat up, so there's a bit of a shiver in the downstairs area, as if the wind and the rain breathe in here; I like it. It should be chilly; it is, and it's not so chilly as to be uncomfortable.

And despite the illusion of oneness with nature, the rain is stuck outside. Otherwise, I'd be worrying about mold.

As it is, I'm free to enjoy the gentle-wildness of a nicely rainy evening.

I wonder if it will mist up in the morning? I doubt I'll be up early enough to know....