Yesterday, finally, the first rain reached my house. It has been two hot months without moisture.
The rain fell for several
minutes, thrumming down through my rain gutters and ushering forth the scent of
the prairie sagebrush, cured grass, and earth.
Rain is life.
As good fortune would have it,
the rain fell while I was video chatting with Desiree in the Philippines.
Vital these: love and rain.
After standing on the porch to
watch the rain with Desiree, the thought occurred: “Des,” I announced, “We need
to experience our first rain in the sunroom!”
“Yes,” she answered.
Off to the sunroom I pranced
with my smarter-than-me-phone held before me.
Together, by means ten-thousand various modern inventions, we shared the
first rainwater streaming down the glass of my new sunroom.
The rain did not last long, but
it was worthy of celebration.
First Rain on the Sunroom Glass
—Mitchell Hegman
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