Climate changes

Rain Clouds 2013I used to love the rain before I came here. Rain used to mean relief from the heat. It used to mean much needed water was finally here.

Rain used to mean life.

I woke this morning to the sounds of rain gathering in the gutters and flowing into the yard. In my half-waked state I smiled and remembered a time when I would have lept from the bed to watch this precious gift fall from the sky.

I did not leap from the bed.

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