One Drop of Rain on your Window Pane...

Yesterday we contemplated buying a Canvas Parasol for the garden. 

My argument, I like sitting outside, I could sit  out side in the rain. 

We stood and looked at it.    We smiled and thought of mornings and late afternoons sitting in the shade, or cover of our canvas.  Then we put our grownup heads on and said, we don't really need it. 

This morning, I was sitting outside, enjoying toast and coffee in the morning warmth, when plop, plop, drop, plop.  It started to rain in my coffee.  And on my toast.   And on my magazine. 

And I thought. 

Poo for being a grown up.