Driving along Newtonville Avenue yesterday early evening, Marash Girl saw
Look, she said to Marash Boy. The clouds are pink. It's going to be a beautiful day tomorrow!
Those are thunderheads, answered Marash Boy.
Are they?
Though later that evening the moon had a halo around it (a condition that Marash Girl's mom would always use to point out that there was rain in the offing), the thunder never thundered and the rains never rained.
Well, we have to forgive Marash Boy. He had never heard Marash Girl's friend, Wilbraham farmer & historian Charlie Merrick, quote,
Red sky at night, sailor's delight.
Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning.
Francis Scott Key would have taken comfort in that.
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