Today preceded by alto clouds like snakeskins, predicting rain. In the morning my wife and I head out, grey skies to the west. “It said it was going to rain today,” she says. We look at her weather app. The image says rain. The words say no rain. The clouds look dark. We walk on, and before we get to where we’re going there is the very lightest misty spray, and then it is over. “Unusual for this time of year,” she says. Only later that night do I remember the full moon.