The other morning as the sun burned off the fog, I snapped a few pictures. The fog is but a memory of the downpour we had the day and night before; a shadow of the moisture that soaked us.
I love the rain. I sleep better when the rain is pattering and the thunder is soft and rumbly. This summer it is hot enough to swim, and rainy often enough to make my tomatoes and flowers happy. (I still water them daily.)
So here’s my ode to the rain: