We’ve had a string of rainy days over the past two weeks – days of dampness that just doesn’t seem to want to go away. I don’t remember the sun shining too often recently, hidden as it almost always is behind a blanket of showery clouds. Lately it seems to be always dusk, from dawn to nightfall. There’s a soggy pall over everything, making the golden days of summer seem long gone. Occasionally the rain has been frightfully heavy, hours at a time of slanting, pounding downpours. Just today I looked out the windows of the gymnasium, where we were holding a school meeting, and I could see lines of gray rain hammering down on the school buildings. Indeed, I’ve gotten soaked more than once recently, just dashing from one building to another. Driving home tonight, I heard the weather forecaster announce more heavy rain in the days to come, including some possible flooding. I guess I’ll have to give in and get used to it. After all, I have a dry, warm apartment, and a trustworthy raincoat hangs in the closet. What's more, a good book is an even better one on a rainy day.