It was one of those clear, cool, clean-air early mornings perfect for walking and getting my energy level up before I began my work day.
The sky was Carolina blue with clouds straight off a Monet painting just drifting by with ease.
As I moved along about a mile from home I looked up and noticed clouds moving along at a quicker pace than when I began.
Uh, oh, I see the one little cloud hanging with its big brothers, it’s dove grey color darkened, beginning to look threatening.
No worries, it’s just a wee cloud in the middle of big, snowy, candy cotton clouds.
I may as well turn back anyway I think as I cross the street to turn toward home still believing that wee cloud was of no consequence until I reached 50 feet from my front door when that wee cloud burst overhead giving me a shower soaking through and through.