When Temperatures Reach 102. Clear Sky in Cracking Blue,
You Can Be Sure the Rains Will Come.
They Do. They Always Do.
When West Winds Blow Hot and Forests Burn,
Rain Seems Far Away,
We Pray the Rains Will Come. As They Always Do. But Rain is Still a Huge Concern.
Scorching Temps in the Sun,
And Barely Cool in the Shade,
But the Rains Will Come. They Always Do. Blistering Heat Be Gone, Be Done.
Rain Come West. Take Time to Stop Here.
Fires Need Dousing.
Air Must Be Wet and Cool and Clear.
And Then. Finally. Thankfully. The Rain Began.
And the World Changed to Clear and Bright.
And Gloriously Wet.
All Shiny and Glossy and New.
Holding On to the Wetness. To Drink Once More.
Thankful and Calm. At Peace.
Rain Water Trumps Garden Hose Water the Pond Will Say.
Circle Patterns Delight Every Single Time.
Weeds Gain Strength.
Waters Ripple Moving On.
The Wetness is Tantalizing.
The Rain is So Fine.
Even Snails Say Hello.
As They Glide By the Rose.
A Foamy Delight. Bricks Washed Clean. Ever So Right.
We Search the Sky for Clouds to Cool the Scorching Earth.
We Know the Rains Will Come. They Always Do.
Thankful for the Rains Mighty Worth.
A Rainy Saturday. After Months…Yes, Months…of Dryness.
Finally. Thankfully. Magic.