I love the cool, gray light of a rainy day. After the sweltering heat of summer, and day after day of a beating-down sun that wilted my toughest flowers, the sound of a drenching rain was downright musical. Water droplets on green leaves, water splashing off garden rocks, water chasing Hank the Cat into a cozy chair for a nap . . . And it's cool outside—blissfully, blessedly cool. Fall is coming. I just know it. I heard a caller on NPR ask whether there was a way for the folks in flooded Vermont to send their over-abundance of water to the drought-stricken West. A nice idea, if it were possible. We don't always get ideal weather. (I write this with our generator humming in the background.) But we get through it, and that just makes us all the more thankful for those days when rain falls exactly when and where we need it, and a cool breeze blows, and then a kinder sun comes out again.
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I'm with ya, sista. Loving the rain.
Posted by: Kacey | September 07, 2011 at 04:02 PM