Summer's gone. Sometimes we squeeze out a few, rare, brilliant October days in Western Washington, but today is not the day. Fat rain drums on the roof, gurgles in the downspouts and drips from the eaves. Yesterday was like that, tomorrow will be like that. All this comes to us on prevailing southwesterlies saturated as they pass over the Pacific, then drop their cargo to rise over the crest of the Cascades. Somewhere up there, it's snow, but down here, my driveway runneth over. It's the Pineapple Express. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pineapple_Express. 'Think I'll go brew up some soup.