In my last entry, I totally forgot the wonderfulness that was the rain Sunday morning. It woke me up at 8am. It sounded like someone was watering the plants outside except as I moved nearer to the door, it got louder than it should be. I opened the door and there was water falling from the sky and the most delightful feel to the air. I was so tired from the night before I just wanted to climb back into bed (my alarm wasn’t to go off for another half an hour) but I sat in my doorway in my nightshirt just experiencing the rain. I closed my eyes and just felt the breeze of the air and the water pushed it from outside into my apartment. I listened to the drops hit the leaves. I opened my eyes and watched the little plants shiver when they were hit, the ripples as drops hit standing water, branches flow in the breeze, the soft light. I found a smile on my face and contentment in my heart. I was very please to be awakened and willing to get up so that I could experience the rain because I knew it would be gone by the time I would actually leave the for the day. It is really rare for me to be grateful to be up in the morning to just experience anything.

I was very surprised and delighted we had rain in September. I miss the rain and I am so grateful to get a sneak preview of the winter. It makes dealing with the Bay Area Summer a little easier. Now if only we could avoid that one more heat wave that is due at this time of year.