...on weekdays, I fetch the newspaper at 6:30am when, at this time of the year, it is DARK. There is the vaguest hint at the edges of the sky of the lightness still to come, but otherwise, it is dark and down towards my gate, beyond which is the newspaper waiting patiently, I can't really see anything. Well, this morning, as I stood on what we laughingly refer to as 'our porch', a slab of concrete under the roof overhang in front of the door, I got confused. Outside didn't seem right. As I listened I heard what sounded to me like the sprinklers, but going off everywhere and all at once!!!
But then, I realized, what was going on. It was raining!!! Just the softest gentlest rain ever and I was both relived and pleased, relieved because I wasn't going to have to call the sprinkler guy to come fix the sprinklers and pleased because i can now turn them off if only for a little while.
Why am I telling you this? I can't even begin to imagine, but there you have it. Have a sweet day and where things aren't so gentle as they are here right now, stay safe.