A lull in the wind compelled me to go for my routine paddle around the Lake early today. The Lake world was gray above, gray below, with a ragged band of dark green-blue-green separating the two. Nearby hills were barely visible through a shroud of steady Rain. The would be mirror smooth Lake surface was textured by splashes of billions... trillions... of raindrops falling straight down from the sky. I encountered a large Fish, an otter (I think), and several really cool unidentified waterfowl with remarkable submarine abilities. As usual, the frantic chattering of my kingfisher escort accompanied my voyage.