And it dripped in my head and flowed into my brain

Rain
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can’t do a handstand–
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said–
I’m just not the same since there’s rain in my head.
~~Shel Silverstein

Rainy late afternoon light

Variations on a theme

(Earworm alert)

Lemon Jelly, Nice Weather for Ducks

And today….. it rained. Again.

After a hellacious Friday downpour that resulted in all the major roads in and out of Wimberley being closed (some more briefly than others), we had a fairly dry weekend and most of the day today, then bam, a huge downpour to close out the afternoon. Casa de virgotex is well above the nearest creek but as we sit on a long slope, the runoff from a big storm rushes across the yard in a dramatic fashion:

Not a really a manoeuvre at the moment…it’s more of a gesture

From today’s gaggle, brought to you of course by the Obsessive Dainty Equine News Bureau

MR. SNOW: I think it’s important that — and I’m glad you asked the question, because I think there has been this notion afoot, or at least an attempt or an inclination somehow we’re going to invade Pakistan.

Which rather put me in mind of this:

(A welcome back gesture for watertiger!)