It’s raining again.  It’s not like a summer rain either.  It’s odd, like a sad, crying, dripping rain with gray, subdued light that will just keep fading away until it’s night. It’s already dark in the house and I should put on a light or maybe some moody candlelight would be good.  It hadn’t stopped being wet yet from yesterday so everything outdoors is very, very soggy, soaked even.  Moss in the trees is getting heavy with water and falling down on the ground.  I seem to be stuck here looking out the window, not enough energy to move away and do something. As time goes on, I think rain is going to be my new excuse for contemplation, cancelling appointments and taking it easy.