The proof

We cannot leave the house. It is raining cats and dogs. Nonstop. While yesterday offered a short window of riding the bike and swinging at the playground, today even the rubber boots we bought for Yair a day after we arrived won't help us. We are restricted to four walls and a roof. Through the fog, we can hardly see the woods close by. We ate breakfast with the lights turned on. It is dreadful. And the worst: This time, there is no improvement in sight. Not until Sunday at least. Oh, I am longing for the Isreali sun. Hot as it may be, everything is better than this dull weather. Want some proof? Here you go...