Rain, Blessed Rain

For the first time in months, we got more than a quarter-inch of rain. The brown grass, the lovingly hand-watered tomatoes and perennials soaked, drenched in an inch and a quarter of blessed rain.

It began quickly, a sudden storm, accompanied by mercuric, pyrotechnic lightning, but only distant thunder – enough to scare the cats, but not enough to get them in before the rain. The rain came in a downpour an instant after a gust of chill, wet wind.

It poured for hours, flooding the gutters, and washing from the air any memory of the hot, dry summer. All night it rained, but slower. Every time I woke a reassuring drip-patter-drip put me back to sleep.

The summer may be almost over, but my life is renewed.