I just got back from the nightly walk with Mac. And I experienced ANOTHER weather event that I hadn’t yet so far – the softest rain I have every felt. Almost like mist, but it was rain.
I stood for a while and let it caress my face. Warm, soft, gentle. It felt so pleasant.
Then MacKenzie barked at a couple of ducks, scaring them to pieces, and the moment was gone.
Jan says there is a special name for this type of rain: MUSK. He also commented that this type of rain will get you wetter than any downpour. You just don’t notice until after a while.
But since Mac decided to intrude on the moment, I don’t know about that. 🙂