I've a mild crush on rainy autumn days that ooze into night, still fog-bound and dripping. I'm sure this comes of some innate laziness that I harbor inside me, ever waiting to be released.

Although it was likely to rain in Texas, that rain came in great crashing downpours and their attendant swelter. Here, the mountain puts us in the clouds and we're wrapped in a blanket of damp sounds. Rain hissing on the leaves and dripping from the house are a nice backdrop to the evening's activities.

Plus, we need the rain, sayeth The Weather Man.