Drips dropping on the roof. Faintly, but yes, definitely rain. Again. The chickens make their morning sounds inside the coop. Not a "cluck, cluck" like we teach little kids, more like an "arwk, arwk, let me out, I'm stuck, I'm stuck." We'll head out to the barn this morning after some snuggle/reading time. The pasture is currently a stream and the horses have been in for several days. Luckily I have an older guy who is just a bit grumpy with slightly swollen legs - he's not going too stir crazy as long as he has plenty of hay and a little exercise. The house smells of wet clothing; I hang them on the drying rack out of habit, but retrieve them the next morning and crank up the dryer. Despite the days of rain, the cherry tomatoes continued to ripen on the vine. When I went out before dinner last dinner, I pushed aside the wet vines to find almost all of them split open. Oh well, they won't go to waste - dinner for the chickens instead. And this morning, with almost everything in our immediate world wet - boots, clothes, dogs, floors, chickens, rugs - the Morning Glories opened.