It’s dark and it’s pouring when I open my eyes. Reluctantly, I get up.
I pour the coffee. My kids are (gasp) still asleep!
The rain is relentless, drenching grass and streets and houses, soaking commuters on their way to work. Just a few minutes outside and our black lab’s fur coat is drenched. Shaking, drops of rain scatter across the floor, and I follow a path of wet and muddy paw prints through the bedroom to his bed in the living room.
I look for the kids’ stuff as we prepare to leave. Miles’ raincoat is in the car. Max’s rain boots are in the car.
I am incapable of locating an umbrella.
As my family of four ventures outside together, our faces are tucked into waterproof hoods, and I can hardly see through the falling rain.
Miles says: “It’s a good day for ducks.”