IN THE GARRET Rain came with the dawn.

Kenny, waking hours later with a nervous sense of some unknown delight ahead, found the eaves and orchard dripping.

The valley the old house faced was lost in mist.
The blossom storm! So Hughie had called the rain he promised.

Kenny liked the name.

Out there in the orchard gusty cudgels of wind and water were beating the blossoms to earth.