I make a lot of lists. Usually I label them, so when I find them later I know what they were for and when they are from. Occasionally I find an old list that has no date or title, which usually leads to the thought, “What was I thinking?”

Every once and a while we get a day here in Western Washington where the sun is shining brightly in a blue sky, but the trailing edge of a storm is also depositing the last of its moisture. I call it sunny rain. If you can get to the right location, the reward is often a glorious rainbow, but even when I don’t get to see the bow in the sky, sunny rain is about my favorite weather.