A touch of rain.

Spot sits by the pond, oblivious to the light rain.

The view to our south, with hillsides covered in clouds.

Unleafed trees dark against the clouds.

An apple branch and our northerly hill.

To the west, blue is emerging.

To the northwest, a tiny peephole of blue also.  

The trusty weather station at work, anemometer spinning in the little gusts of six miles per hour wind.

More and more blue is moving in, promising to be a nice day after all!