We woke up this morning to a light, but moderate shower of rain. It brought back memories of travelling about under umbrellas, of walking gingerly among small pools of water on the street, and of children’s playful laughter, which brightened the cloudy, overcast day.
My grandfather had a saying about rainy days like these, he said “Rain before seven, ends before eleven, then starts again by three o’clock”; and true to his words, the rain did stop at eleven o’clock. More persons could venture out now, including me, who took a couple photos.
It was a fair day after all, and the sun did peep out a bit. However, around 3:00pm, the rains came again . . . Grandpa was right!