I woke up to a ceaseless thrumming noise, and slowly realized that it was the downpour of rain against the house, against the wooden slats of the deck, against the earth. It rained all morning and the skies are still bloated and heavy with clouds and moisture. I feel the same. No sunny summer vacation for us this year, it seems. 1 day left and cloudy tomorrow, too, even though now, late in the evening, the clouds are leaving the blue behind and moving east. The sun is throwing out its orange-pink arms, reaching after them, but it's too late, he's headed the other way.