There were promises. The weather prophets said we would have rain, today. Actually yesterday there was the possibility of a likelihood, perhaps, but we should definitely get some free water today. They said. Assertively.
There has been brilliant light from the heavens, all day. It is now about four in the afternoon. Time for me to go and put the stockpot on the boil for turkey and yellow rice with green beans and onions. I was hoping for coolth. The only sort we seem destined to get is the artificial kind and thank heaven for that.
Tomorrow? I don't even want to know what the water prophets have to say about it. I am no longer their follower.
When the palm fronds start to drip, I will suspect rain ...