Prompt: Elmore Leonard famously advised not to start a novel with a description of the weather. Break that rule and write about today's weather.
Response: Today's weather is why every out-of-stater thinks Seattle is the rainy city. Water droplets fell down in a constant pattern of disarray. Gray billowing clouds filled the sky, with tiny peaks of sun as the atmospheric wind shifted the puffs. Puddles forming in gravel driveways reminds owners of the neglected summer project of a french drain. Chickens huddle under a structure, darting out to grab the quick bug or worm and trying to dodge the water droplet. The dog runs outside to relieve himself, takes a quick drink from a nearby puddle on the pavement and is right back at the door wanting to come in, with muddy paws and wet-dog smell. This weather causes drowsiness in a morning Zoom meeting and is reminder to be grateful for the wood-burning stove keeping the house warm and cozy. Just before sunset, the clouds part with noticeable space between each puff and the sun streams through, a reminder that the dreary is always followed by the bright and cheerful. Not enough time for a quick family walk before the sunsets but the peak-a-boo sun was a refreshing end to the day.
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