For Mother’s Day, Charlotte and I drove up to Maine to spend the afternoon with my mother (Bridget was not feeling well and begged off). As we left Massachusetts, it was a very pleasant and sunny, if somewhat breezy, morning, but by the time we reached Portsmouth the skies were already overcast. As we reached Portland, scattered rain drops turned into a steadier drizzle, and at the well-known dividing line in Gray, where the coastal air gives way to the colder inland air, the rain was quite persistent.
Our plan for the day had been to take my mother to Freeport for lunch and a little shopping, but that seemed a lot less appealing that it had at home, so we stayed right where we were. Which is probably just as well when you watch the video clip I have for you. The clip comes from TV station WMTW, located in my hometown, and starts out as a quiet and peaceful scene of a rainy spring afternoon on one of the two-lane highways that take visitors to Freeport. It does not end that way.
Behold the might workings of the gentle rain.
