Sunday Morning Coffee: Rain

It started raining yesterday afternoon.  The good, gentle soaking kind that doesn’t just beat down the flowers, but that soaks into the ground and gives new life to the poor posies that can never get a good enough drink from a hose.

Some are complaining. There will always be complainers.  They want it to rain, but not on a weekend when they aren’t stuck in an office somewhere.  And they don’t want it to rain very long.  Nor should the temperature drop too low ( I’m thankful for a steep drop in temperature.)

I don’t know how long it’s supposed to last, but right now I’m enjoying the sound of water against the sidewalk, washing the leaves clean of dust from the roadwork being done on our street.  I’m enjoying the fresh smell of rain on the dry and thirsty ground.  I like the swish of cars passing by, and I like falling to sleep with the sound of rain on the roof.

Life-giving, refreshing, restorative rain.

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