Rain did come this morning, though not ’til after daybreak. It was only sprinkling when Deb left for work. I sat at the picnic table, my usual morning post. Then I wondered what White Rock might be like during a gentle spring rain, so I got up and walked into the woods.
I live for moments like this.
The soft patter of raindrops on a million leaves might just be the best sound in the world — better than the same rain on a roof, better than whispering wind or any birdsong, better than waves crashing on a rockbound shore, better than a baby’s first cry, better than anything except maybe, maybe, the gurgling of a mountain stream.
Very few of those raindrops reached me where I sat on a stump next to the idle fire ring. I stayed in that peaceful spot for nearly an hour before returning to the camper.
By 9am the rain was steady, soaking, just what my newly sown grass needs.
I believe that’s all for today.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
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