Shall we commence in a happy dance? Oh, I think we shall.
Woke to the sound of rain, glorious, life giving, attitude soothing rain. Some cities west of me have already seen over 4"! It's been steady here. Moderate rains so far, nothing has just dumped on us. But the storm is slow moving.
Not only rain, but we have been having seasonally appropriate temperatures. In the 90's. Almost down right chilly seeing that we have been 105F plus for over 35 days. And now this. . . Rain. Not just the few seconds that I saw last week. No, it has been a few hours.
Yes, I could go on and on about the rain. The coolness. The wetness. The pure pleasure of having it roll down your checks and across your lips as you just stand in it overwhelmed in pure awe. Small asked if he really had to go to school today. He wanted to play in the rain with me. It should still be raining tonight and tomorrow. We can play in the zombie moat, getting muddy then rinsing in the rains.
Our local weatherman was absolutely giddy this morning, and I shared that childish Christmas morning joy. Even my ladies are standing in it, rather than hiding in the barn. Sheep are a different story. They shrink in the rain. Must be uncomfortable, so I don't blame them for hiding from it.
Already this morning, I can see life reemerging in the dying vegetation. It's too late to save the garden, but Monday I should be able to get the fall and winter crops in. Even the chickens are chasing around the rain drops, and the turkeys are soaked through and through, for the first time in their short lives they are cooled off.
But here I am going on and on about it, when I should be out in it. A pleasure longed for, finally made reality.