Rain

Yesterday was the first rain of the season. Those of you living in more climatically-balanced parts of the country might not understand what a wonderful thing that is.

I woke up early yesterday morning to the sound of rain. Not light, drizzly rain, but solid, heavy, pinging off the window rain. It was such a pleasant, calm, cozy sound, I rolled over and went back to sleep. When I woke up a few hours later the world was washed clean. Things here have been dusty. Poor Inky is constantly coated with a think later of dirt, although I live nowhere near a dirt pile. But not after the rain. The ground was damp and fresh, the air smelled clean, and my car was about as shiny as it ever gets.

I know this means it will start to rain more and more, and that can get depressing. But the first real rain after all this dry, hot sun is refreshing regardless of what I know is in store.