Rain is the result of water in liquid form descending from the clouds at gravity's behest, and looking out the window at work I can see it came down here rather than somewhere else.
Now my two cats, safe at home, still care nothing for the weather outside or the fact I didn't expect (like the Spanish Inquisition) it to rain on an April afternoon.
Jim is the author of two books of poetry "Musing on the Cricket Game of Life Part 1 1/2" and "An Extravagant Way of Saying Nothing" both available on Amazon