Rain

On Friday in the rain while waiting for husband to pick up his mother's mail, I watched a squirrel run up the side
of a house and into a hole carved between two ornaments under the roof. The hole was large and perfect for the
squirrel. I wondered if the squirrel was a he or a she. If there was a squirrel family in there. And how long
before the owner would notice and do something about it. The squirrel didn't come back out.

Husband did. "It's raining," I said as I shut the window. He shrugged. "Not much," he replied. I indicated the
inside of the door where the rain had come in. "Not much now."

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