Wash Day

This morning the sun was out. So I thought I would be sneaky and put the laundry out to dry on the line for the first time since we have been on the island. (There is no drier, but we have the coolest rack on a pulley here above the range in the dinning room.)

My sheets were flapping happily in the breeze when along came some sleet or tiny hail or something of the like, followed by a quick shower. The sun never disappeared. Five minutes later, the only trace of the rain were the puddles on the sidewalk. You can never tell.