I was just stepping out the door with with Peter's fluffy throw/blanket, to set it out in the warm afternoon sun. Even after washing it twice, he still complained that it "smelled funny."
"Don't do that." Adam warned me. "It's going to rain."
"How do you know? I asked him.
I left the blanket inside, and Adam and I walked out to the garden. A moment later we heard the first far-off rumble. A few minutes after that, occasional drops began.
I must say, we've learned a lot from having bees. Now we have 160,000 weathermen, in our own back yard.