In the drizzle out there somewhere is a beetle trying to stay dry. That beetle that was lumbering along on that log beneath the Live Oak trees. Lumbering along and then climbing up a Morning Glory vine in search of … something.
And in the drizzle out there somewhere is a lizard trying to stay dry. That green lizard that turned to brown as he staked a claim on the fallen leaves beside the ant hill and grabbed the flying queens as the emerged. Grabbing them one after another and making a feast out of it.
In the drizzle trying to stay dry they are, I suppose. Or not, because it’s not every day that we get a drizzly day like this, and maybe they’re reveling in it as much as we are.
If it would only go on for a week.