Fowl Weather

After a couple of weeks of relatively dry weather – and even some occasional bouts of sunshine – the rain has returned with a vengeance. And it’s not even a misty rain, either. It’s a heavy rain with huge, heavy drops that plop on you as you walk into the building. There are puddles everywhere, and water runs in rivulets through parking lots, in streets, down driveways, and from unfortunately leaky gutters. (...In case there was any doubt that we're in Portand.) Outside my classroom is the dirt baseball field, which is currently occupied by a huge muddy puddle because of the rain. There are two ducks who have taken up residence in the baseball mud puddle. I can see them from my window, and at the moment, they are happily splashing around while the rain showers on them. They have returned to the large puddle (which looks more like a small lake at this point) for a couple days in a row now. I adore ducks, especially puddle ducks. They are quite cheerful about the weather today, and they have cheered me up immensely.