For some reason I woke before dawn. The first faint drops of rain after months of dry sky were barely discernible indoors. I stepped out my back door, and sure enough it was sprinkling.
Within a few minutes there was a soft, steady rain. It only lasted minutes, but the birds were singing and you could feel the land rejoicing. Or was one rejoicing? Connected to the earth, perhaps there is no difference.
I went back to sleep and woke shortly after sunrise. Around 9 it began to rain again, this time harder and longer. I stood in the backyard with my arms out and face to the sky like the escape scene in “Shawshank Redemption.”
Within a couple of hours the skies were blue again, but the