Hallelujah, it’s raining rain.
After a dry summer that came after a phenomenally wet spring that came after a disappointingly dry winter, it is raining. And for three days, the rain will sustain. No, it won’t turn the grass green or ensure nice autumn foliage, but it has quenched my hot-blue-sunny-sky-weary soul.
Everyone at my office has returned from vacation — fresh-faced, tanned, and composed. My last vacation? Why, it was in January. I was skiing. Ever since then, I’ve been toiling away like Rumpelstiltskin spinning straw into gold in a tower.
