My obsession with the weather

Is only because there was so much rain, weeks of it, months of it. There was heavy rain, torrential rain, stormy rain, steady rain. One after the other with barely a break in between. Enough to drive to crazy. Especially when my only recourse to excersise right now is walking. It got so that I walked regardless. Wet, dry, in between. I was desperate, and very wet, and chilly a lot.

Today, it's actually dry. Is this it. Have it done at last?

Better than that, sitting in the library,as I have no Internet connection at my mothers where I am staying(she is ill right now) I can hear a happy baby gurgling away, experimenting with making noises. It's enough to cheer a mother up. The fact is, I have been a mother most of my life, having started early. I don't really remember being anything other than a mother. I love babies anyway. Anyone's babies. So, silly as it may seem, the happy baby sounds, make me happy.

Still, I know my own mother is counting the time until I return to keep her company. Once there, I must do whatever fictional stories I am working on, sitting in her, rather uncomfortable furniture, which she loves..

 Which, means I must bring this to a close, pack up my iPad, and steal away into the dry air outside.

Does anywhere know why it looks different outside? Is something missing? I had better get going before the all too familiar wet returns...

Pip, pip, everyone