An incy wincy spider day. Sun, rain, sun, rain. The drumming on the roof accompanies the click of my knitting needles. Raindrops trace their way down the windows. Trickle of water down the drainspout. Then out comes the sun, to dry up all the rain. Spying a brief window in the weather, I don waterproofs and head outside. The water is winning, puddles filling. streams bubbling their way down the road. The mountains are shrouded in mist, only the closest visible. I squelch my way along the path by the lake, pools welling up in my footprints. The first spots of the oncoming shower land on my raincoat, and I head back. Time for me, like the spider, to dry out.
For those who don’t know, Incy Wincy Spider is a children’s nursery rhyme. You can find the words here