Yesterday’s heat has turned into rain this morning. I don’t mind, I like the rain. While in the kitchen making my morning coffee, I heard giggling mixed in with the sound of rain drops hitting the roof.
Who do you think was out in the garden, dancing like there was nothing else? Why, my lovely specimen Beatrix, of course. 
I think I shall join her in a precipitation tango. It’s lovely to dance in the rain.
Bubo is having a movie day, watching all sorts of old thrillers from the 1930s and 1940s. She just finished The Girl Who Dared. I prefer it when she watches those to when she watches the old creature features. Her delight with those old monster movies usually parlays into some sort of mischief.
And Bubo mischief is not to be trifled with.
Go have a dance in the rain, my dears.
