It’s kind of dark this morning. I think it snowed in the night. It might be raining right now but I’m not going down to get the newspaper until I’m dressed and on my way to the car, because it’s kind of cold. Kind of reminds me of this section from “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird,” by Wallace Stevens. (Well, it’s kind of a stretch. But it’s a good description of a snowy afternoon, which is kind of like a rainy morning.)

It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.