I’m not a betting person, but weather apps force you to think about winning. This morning there was a 15% chance of rain during the time I would be walking to the creek. That sounded low enough to me. I noticed nothing unusual until I walked parallel to the mountains on the way home. There was a whiteness hanging on the ridges that seemed much thicker than mist. I was about a mile from home at that point, with the steep hill just ahead. I needed about 30 to 45 minutes to get home. My pace was quicker than normal, but would it be fast enough?
Half way up the steep hill I saw half the road was quite damp. The more level road at the top was suspiciously wet, with a puddle in the middle. That’s when I met a walker I’ve never seen before going the other way.
She said, “I admire you so much for getting out to walk on terribly cold mornings. I just can’t do that.”
She recognized me, and I hadn’t a clue who she was or where she lived. I changed the subject to imminent rain. I said, “I think it has rained here since I came this way earlier. I’m sure that puddle wasn’t here before. Did you notice rain?”
“Yes,” she replied, “I saw half the driveway was wet, so it has rained recently.”
“Will you stay dry?” I wanted to know.
She said, “Oh, yes. This coat protects me from rain.”
She laughed when I flapped the lapels of my heavy sweater and said, “I’m wearing a sponge.”
“You’d better keep walking, then,” she said, as we wished each other a good day.
Did I get home before it rained? Yes. I had breakfast with David, then took Kacey outside with me while I trimmed three Rose of Sharon bushes near the pasture. Although it has been very gray, the weather app predicts the chance of rain will remain 15% until it dips lower at 5 pm.