Let it rain down...

The persisent crackle over the AM radio signaled what this area desperately needs: rain for the grass, and the corn that have been staring heavenward for sustenance. The pavement is beginning to glisten, and the wind is stirring. Brussels spoiled me for rain. It seemed that all I had to do was look up, and a raindrop would poke me in the eye.

And there, in the distance--the clarion call of thunder. I can't remember the last time I heard it. The wind has brought in cooler air, and hopefully with it, fall. Mother Nature is making everything right.