Music to My Ears

The sun teased us for an hour yesterday morning, then ducked behind the heavy cloud cover. The rain has been virtually non-stop ever since.

Whenever I woke through last night, I lay here listening to the glorious sound of the rain. This morning, before daybreak, I heard twenty or so birds outside my window, chirping along with the plinking sound of the raindrops on the pavement.

I adore sitting quietly and listening to the rain. Eight years of living in the desert will create that craving in you. There's a peacefulness—a feeling of restoration—that accompanies the rain. (Oh, and if you've never experienced the monsoon rains in the desert—well, they're a sight to behold. Unbelievable and unforgettable.)

If you're sick of the rain around here, just move to the desert for a couple of years!