Some of the best rainy days I’ve experiencd have been sitting down at the Gulf, watching the dark rain clouds roll in across the expanse of sky, swallowing up the blue and turning everything a darker shade of grey, watching seagulls driven by the wind trying to navigate a landing. On this particular day, my man was with me and we got down to the harbor just after the storm had passed and the blue skies were beginning to re-emerge. Then the birds started talking …..