It was raining last night as I fell asleep, and there was something comforting about it. Perhaps because I was in bed with blankets around me. But it seemed more profound than that. (Carol, the philosopher again.)
The rain stopped some time in the night.
But the morning driveway and sidewalks had those tell-tale wet places as I rolled the garbage can out to the street. I stayed by the street a moment and looked around to enjoy the feel of the air, the faint blue sky showing through the clouds.
Oh yes, I know it could rain again today and certainly will rain many more times in the grand scheme of weather and things.
But this rain was a good one. This rain felt like a real washing.
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