I love the sound of rain.
It doesn't seem to matter if it's a gentle rain or a house-rattling storm - the sound energizes and calms me at the same time.
Earlier this summer we had lots and lots of rain and I started to resent it, forgot how beautiful it could be. I longed for sunshine and felt like some kind of green, wet mold had seeped into my pores. It felt oppressive.
But today, I'm welcoming back my old friend. She is caring for the thirsty ground and blessing the trees. She is singing to my shriveled, dry soul.