It rained yesterday, and is raining today. The dry, dry earth is slurping it up, and the world is poised to return to green. Dust has settled and flowers lift their heads. Farmers and gardeners rest their hoses and watch as their rain barrels refill.
It will rain again tomorrow. Hair will stay frizzed and wool rugs will start to smell like wet dog as the rain sinks deeper and the trees drink it up, their roots like straws. I look forward to the sun coming out again, and believe I will actually hear the crackle of late-summer growth as the parched brown earth rejuvenates itself. It may look gloomy outside, but really, it is a joy. If it seems too dark, just close your eyes and listen for the joyful music. Rain.
Om shanti. Peace.
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