Finally. Our dry, parched, panting yard has been given hope. There *IS* rain in them there skies.
I can't even remember the last time it rained on my street. It's been a long, oppressive, dryyyyy summer. Oh sure, we've had rain if you listen to the weather teams on all the local networks. "A trace of rain here, a downpour there." One week, it poured a mile away at Cara's house, but all I got was thunder. A week later, it rained 2 miles to the north and 3 miles to the east, but nary a drop in my yard. Last week, Darren and I hopefully watched the real-time radar on weather.com (Yah. We're nerds.) as a nice-sized thunderstorm popped up just west of us. Then it dissipated right before our eyes. A few days ago, Darren called from his office. He works in a high-rise and can see our neighborhood from his window.
"You're about to get rain!" he enthused. "I can see it over at Trinity Plaza!" That's just down the bluff and across the river from us. But alas. It dried up before it crossed the river. Stupid rain.
Today, I had JUST settled down at my desk and was sorting pictures when Darren burst through the door. "Come out on the porch with me!" he begged. "It feels WONDERFUL."
So I obliged him, and followed like a good little puppy, annoyed that I was having to get up and thinking, "How good can it feel? It's 100 degrees again."
As soon as I stepped out the door, I knew something was different. What was it? That smell. Like the mountains after an afternoon shower. That sound. Like the rustling of trees in the fall. That STICKINESS in the air. Could it be... YES! There's a drop! And another! And another and another and another!
"BOYS!!" I bellowed through the door. "Come out and play in the rain!"
And so they did.
Life. It's good. :)