Rain on the pond is a drum. Inside, we answer with dough.
The children take turns kneading. Flour reaches places flour should not reach. We call that atmosphere.
While the loaf rises, we read on the couch and watch the reeds bend. When the bread comes out, we break it while it is still too warm, because waiting is hard and butter is ready.
A rainy day does not need a program. It needs a warm kitchen and someone to share the heel of the loaf.
