Rain

Water, life-giving water. After many years of drought, the skies have filled with rain clouds. Not the usual San Diego clouds building up against the mountains, threatening rain from the coast eastward but always dropping their payload east. No these clouds mean business. The pitter patter of drops falling down the gutter and hitting galvanized metal mark cadence to the rain falling outside. Real, slow-moving rain clouds drenching everything in their path. It’s hard, really hard to believe after so many years of dry. Change comes when it wants to, just like rain. So many things felt like they would last forever and now they are washing away with time. Somewhere beyond the grey there is warmth and light. The buds on the plants feel it. They are connected to it. I see them pusing outward, creating pockets of intense green. Spring is coming and with it the sun.