It’s raining again. Pouring down in thick, unwavering perpendiculars and collecting in tepid puddles that shimmer dully in the late afternoon. Nothing exciting about this rain. No thunder and wind. Nothing to suggest ferment in the heavens. A very Canadian rain, I guess.

I made a wormery in the backyard by filling an old laundry sink with topsoil and adding in half a pound of vicious worms specially bred on a farm on the outskirts of town for their nasty appetites. They squirm and thrash hungrily when you toss food into them. It’s like having a shark tank back there. I put a lid on the sink so that it wouldn’t fill with rainwater and drown them, and I think the constant dull drumming of it coming down is driving them mad.