On Wednesday morning, September 5th, it rained.
All right, laugh, my friends in the Pacific Northwest. Here in California, it doesn’t just rain all the time. It isn’t something to be taken for granted. And not just if you work for the Water Department.
This morning’s rain only lasted a few minutes, just barely wet the ground, but it was special. Have you ever really watched it rain before? It’s magical.
It’s dusty dribbles on Baby’s windshield that make me glad I didn’t wash her yesterday.
It’s dark thunderheads gilded with bright edges by a sun that’s there, but that you can’t see.
It’s a fine veil sewn all over with silver stitches.
It’s an eager rustle, like the crinkle of a safe blanket coming up to your chin, like the whisper of a fairy godmother’s skirts.
It’s a soft, growing smell, a smell of motion and of rising, a halfway dusty smell, like the pages of an old book.
And it’s a cool breeze blowing through your house, straight through open windows, sweeping away the stagnant heat of a long, hot summer. It’s ushering in something new, an anticipation of what may be.
Fall is just around the corner! What do you look forward to about this new season?