Da nobis, quæsumus Domine, pluviam salutarem . . .

 . . . and He has been.  And is doing so again today.  "Thou, O God, sentest a gracious rain upon thine in heritance, and refreshedst it when it was weary." -Psalm 68, ix

There is supposed to be a video showing the rain off our front  porch right about 

                                          "here" 

for your information and delectation. But for reasons known only to the Blogspot software, it only shows up on the input page and not on the actual blog.  Not much of a loss to posterity but still annoying to me.

In any event, we are fortunately at the tail end of the various storms that have come through the west coast and haven't had the flooding and isolation that other areas have had.   Just a lovely rainy day here, good for large  pots of tea and biscuits.*

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*"biscuits" = "cookies" in this house.  Mary is occasionally annoyed when someone tells her that she's losing her accent.  I usually point out that it isn't lost.  I have it.   Which isn't, strictly speaking, true.  What I have is not so much the accent as the turns of phrase that were common in the Ireland of her youth.  Which is why biscuits and cookies are used interchangeably hereabouts.