Well, here it comes again. It's been raining for a couple of weeks now, off and on. Funny, how when it rains, it's hard to remember the sunny days even if it hasn't been that long. All we think about is how it ruins our week-end plans.
Today I drove through three or four monsoon-like downpours whilst doing errands. I actually marvelled at the blackness of the sky against the mountains, the ghostly light, the impossible green of the landscape surrounding me. And I thought of life - the rain gives life to all living things, makes the flowers grow, feeds the streams and rivers. Rain is the earth's blood.
Perhaps in a month or two, when there's a watering ban, and day after day of unrelenting heat, I'll miss the rain. Probably not. But I won't complain about the rain. After all, if it never rained, we wouldn't appretiate the sunny days.
I picked up my dog from the groomer's during that downpour. The groomer had to leave so she left the shop open and the radio on so I could stop by and pick her up. Of course, she had to leave her in a crate. When I opened the door, I saw my normally confident and exuberant dog sad and shivering in the crate. She didn't know what to make of her friend leaving her alone and in a CAGE no less! You never saw a dog happier to see their human! I let her out of the crate and she was all smiles and wags, and smelling wonderful. She didn't care that it was pouring outside - she was just happy to see me again.
In the whole scheme of things, what's a little rain?
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