At first mistythen drizzlingnow coming down hardlike long, thin fingersreaching down to earthgray against the green of the pine treescombining with the fogthat has rolled in from the sea.

Many people prefertropical islandsor dusty deserts—butI like the wetand the fogand the mistand the gray skies of homebecause . . .to me, nothing is betterthan wet and mist and fogandgray fingers of rain against green trees.