…and it’s full, I told the gathered diners, and went out to take a picture. My stepmother said it meant rain.
Rain or not it’s the sort of thing that gives great delight if you can actually see it. Away from the bright lights of the big city the sky is full of wonders.
The next morning the second-born demanded to see the picture.
“That’s not a ring, that’s just clouds” he said, obviously disappointed that it wasn’t like saturn.
The presaged rain hasn’t shown up, though. It’s been a beautiful sunny autumn day.