After yesterday’s post, and Fraggy’s wish for rain for us, something happened.
The sky is falling. Water is coming down.
Here in my dry neck of the woods, rain in July is a miracle. Thunder and lightning seldom happen. The smell of wet concrete, the pattering of rain on the leaves, the dripping in the eaves, the splotchy sunshine. All this is coming through the studio window this morning.
More than 30 minutes after it started, it is still raining.