I took this picture yesterday afternoon. Back on Long Island this is what we called a "Mackerel Sky". When I was a kid my grandfather told me that the old sailors said that if you saw a mackerel sky, it meant rain in the next three days. Well darned if it didn't sprinkle late last night, and then give us a thunder and lightning downpour this morning as I was getting ready to take my nephew hiking. We still never made it to the "Wind Cave" over on Usury Mountain. Well I still owe him one I guess; maybe next weekend. Instead, my sister dropped him and his sisters off and we took them bowling.You know, it's been almost 21 years since Gramps passed away. Every time I see a mackerel sky, it makes me think of him. I miss you Grandpa.
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