"You sounds like a poet, Zso," I told her. "But remember that just because the sky gets grey and overcast it does not mean that actual rain will fall."
Later after bedtime walks I wrapped my arm around Zsofia. "You are not too disappointed that the rain did not come are you? It would have been nice we so desperately need it." She rested her head over my shoulder. "I still enjoyed watching the storm build up; it was beautiful and full of energy even if it passed us by."