It wasn’t raining at 8:05, when I got Sophie and Everett on our bike for the ride to school.
It started raining at 8:06.
Then it started really raining. I had to tuck my head in to avoid the cold hail on my face. Poor Everett already had a runny nose, and this was probably just making it worse.
But behind me, on the bike, Sophie happily sang, “It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring…”
I apologized for accidentally subjecting her & Everett to the harsh rain. “Don’t worry, Mama, it’s good for the flowers,” she said.