We all needed the rain. Four years of drought left our trees, plants, soil, wildlife, and spirits in thirst. My eyes, ears, nose, and skin drank in the rain as it came … steady at times, in bursts and downpours at others. Thunder and lightening took me back to east coast summers at the ocean.
After the rain, quiet filled the air. The clouds were low and quick-slow drips dropped from the roof. A cricket chirped from a dark corner of the garden, and the traffic halfway up the ridge roared like waves rolling in. Sunday night was moist and serene. No neighbor music but an occasional car’s lock note after a shut door. The garden felt happy.