Blessed Rain

We awoke on Saturday morning to a long, slow rain…the first rain of Autumn, coming in like a promise, a promise that unlike last winter, this will not be a drought year…a promise that there will be enough water for everyone, for long showers and healthy lawns…a promise of a change in weather, of crisp cool mornings, yet still warm afternoons. A promise of apple cider and pumpkin pie in our future.

Today the sun is out, and they’re saying by Wednesday, it will be back in the mid to high 80s again. But I don’t care. I know, Autumn is here, and though it comes slowly and gradually in this part of the country, it is still here.

The rain didn’t last. But the promise it left behind remains.

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