My Darling B has an app on her phone that can tell you to the minute when it’s going to start raining.

We used to treat this as a joke. I mean, how does anybody seriously expect me to believe that they can tell me exactly when it’s going to start raining?

When B was out last weekend gardening, for instance, she kept looking at the dark clouds in the sky and wondering how much more time she had left. “Let’s check the cell phone app,” she said. “Oops! Going to start raining in thirty-six minutes! Better get back out there!”

And when I was getting sprinkled on as I was grilling brats Saturday evening, she warned me that I had only twelve more minutes before it started raining. And we laughed and laughed. Until we noticed that, twelve minutes later, it was raining. Hmmm.