It woke me in the night - the unfamiliar sound of rain. What a beautiful melody on a Saturday morning, especially in a time of drought. It lulled me back to sleep, but when I woke hours later I could still hear it - a steady, soothing, soaking rain shower, just the kind we needed.
It has rained all morning, washing the yellow tinge from the leaves. Our windows are frames for green, once again.
The rain makes me want to curl up in a comfortable chair and read. I want to spend the day lost in a story, pulling myself up and away only long enough to grab another cup of coffee and glance out the window at the rain drops dripping from the roof.
But it's Saturday, and instead I have to grab an umbrella and venture out onto the wet roads on my trail of errands. I hate going to the grocery store on rainy days, but today I promise I will not complain about my hair and groceries getting soaked. I hope the rain continues. And maybe when I get back home...just maybe...I'll get a few minutes to curl up in that chair and let the sound of rain and a good book carry me away...
