Green Blobs, and rain, and ice. We had to act fast to avoid the peril lurking to the south. I took Evil with me, no one messes with Evil, and it worked, because the blobs waited to pounce, until Evil was parked and locked up in my garage. Only sprinkles dared appear as I approached my humble, but safe, abode. There is now a "tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my" window pane. No Raven, but ice pellets from the green blobs.
Amy and I have finished our Sunday ride and the weather can have its tantrum now. 31/14.0