Wicked Weather

Mr. W is racing this weekend at Watkins Glen in New York state, and so this afternoon I wiled away several pleasant hours engrossed in my book.  At about 4:30, Mabel politely reminded me that it was high time we went out for a walk, and as I got up from my chair and glanced out the window, this was the scene I beheld.  We raced to Boston Common, Mabel did her business in record time, and we hurtled home again with seconds to spare before the lightning started stabbing down, the thunder rumbled, and the heavens opened up!