When the devil beats his wife

Admittedly I never understood that saying as it relates to rain when the sun is out, but it can be quite pretty (when it rains, that is, not the satanic spousal abuse). This was my view as I walked 3 miles with fat dog this evening. And it was my first exercise since my sore throat last Friday night, remember? Turns out I had strep throat and was in misery until this morning. What's that? Poor poor me, you say? I know!