I awoke to a clatter upon the roof.

The photo is of a truck that sticks out over the sidewalk. The owner thoughtlessly leaves it there every day along with three or four others scattered around the neighborhood. I always think of son Rick's suggestion that I stand there banging on the truck with my cane yelling until he moves the truck But I just haven't got the guts to do it. He's bigger than me anyway.
Early Sunday morning I awoke to a clatter upon the roof, paraphrasing and old poem. Although there were no RAINdeer it was raining like I hadn't seen/heard in a long time. Even Budda came back to see what was happening. He still hasn't figured out the time change. He's on my bed an hour early every morning to get me up with his howl. Where that came from all of a sudden is beyond me.
Hard rain is proof that we're all on this flight together.
Dick