I woke this morning to the delicious sound of pouring rain outside my widely open summer window. The rain feels like a promise, a deliverance.
But I love the rain.
But now I live in the desert. Rain usually comes as a rage of tears after a long hot day complete with wind and lightning.
Not today. Today is a cool, fragrant gift. A cool slice of California November in the middle of a Utah July. The perfect cure for my summer fatigue.