At Long Last, RAIN!

Today, stars danced in the streets and diamonds lined up on the back of my glider and dropped pure crystal beads into the dry grass.
In other words, it rained. Lovely rain.

Not a drought buster, to be sure. Not even good rain in places near to me. When the flash floods warnings go up before the storm warnings come down, you know it isn't a good rain.

But it's still a wet rain, even if the relief is short. It's nice thick dark clouds that keep the sunlight from burning down and baking the ground, from reflecting and refracting and getting hotter from every surface it's bounced off.

When I was little, I used to drape myself over the back of the couch, stare out the window, and watch the raindrops hitting the road. They'd hit and bounce and splatter. I thought it looked like stars dancing in the street.

It still looks like stars dancing in the street.

And why wouldn't the stars dance when some of us are finally getting some rain and some relief? Aren't the heavens supposed to rejoice with us, and isn't that where the stars come from?

Don't they ride the raindrops down, to dance together on the blacktop?

time to go outside

I think it's getting close to spring. Yesterday we were wakened by tornado sirens and high winds and lightning. Today was filled with sunshine. (Never mind that it is supposed to snow again Sunday.) I was out doing yard work.

It smells good outside. Smell is the most neglected of the senses sometimes, but can be the most poignant. An aroma cam bring back a memory faster than any other sensation. It used to be bread baking, but that's rare these days, even as a memory.

Everyone knows the scent of spring. It seems as if we can smell the energy in the air. The wet earth is light with the aroma of green and growing. The wet itself is good clean rain. Even the sunshine has a smell to add to the air.

Go outside, people. Take a few deep breaths. Life is growing, changing, greening.
And it smells darned good.