Desert rain. Last night it rained – not a heavy rain, but enough – enough to soften the hard crust of a desert summer –¬†enough to open up the ground and let it breathe wet clay and greenness everywhere. There were no leaves to catch the sound of wind and falling water, but the sand and grass and dust caught it just the same, with a sigh. In the morning the clouds returned to their mountain haunts, caressing the hills fondly as they left. It’s been too long, they said… we’ll come back soon. We promise. ¬†