There is something about rain after summer's heat and another smokey fire season that feels so refreshing and delicious. We haven't had a storm like this since we moved here 18 months ago, and our neighbors say they haven't seen one of this magnitude for years. Our little lake overflowed into the street and the irrigation ditch became a mighty river. The kids teetered between being terrified of our house flooding and being filled with utter delight at the dime-size drops beating down on the earth, our roof, their faces. I'm a fair-weather fan but even I couldn't get enough of my warm window-room view of the madness just outside--it was magical. And after days of relentless rain, the most brilliant rainbow appeared above our happy home. So much hard in the world, and so much happy.
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