Linda and I are late getting out of the house, (again). We have most definitely 
forgotten something. We are headed to the Sanctuary in Berea for a weekend 
retreat with our writers group: the Blueberries. Both dogs are in the back seat
and we are ready to go, I’m trying to find the keys. Linda reaches over, pushes
the start button, it starts. She smiles, says “they’re in here somewhere, let’s go.”
 
 
                    ain’t no rain in that dark cloud, and yet…