Rain is predicted by the mages...

Just under an hour of drizzle, they say, amounting to six-tenths of an inch. It certainly wasn't happening when I was out earlier for my walk-- it is a quarter till six now, so an hour before sunrise-- and isn't now; we shall see. Today is the 3rd day infra Octavam Nativitatis of Our Lady but the feast of the confessor Saint Nicholas of Tolentino (Introibo, CE, Wikipedia). I see that his feast is suppressed from the General Kalendar of the Pauline Rite. The Mass is Iustus ut palma florebit

The Gradual is Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam.

Half an hour later, the mages' have revised their prediction-- four-tenths of an inch. But while I can smell it outside and feel it in the air, so to speak, I didn't actually feel any drops of it touch my skin when I went out to check just now. Pft. Time for Prime.

Post Nonam. It never has rained, so far as I can tell without having stood outside from 0600 onward: but there is the scent in the air and it certainly has remained cloudy and cool-- we may remain in the 60s all afternoon.  

It is also the feast of Saint Theodardus (7th century), of Saint Nemesianus (3rd-4th century), and of Saint Pulcheria (5th century).

V. Et álibi aliórum plurimórum sanctórum Mártyrum et Confessórum, atque sanctárum Vírginum. R. Deo grátias.