It rained last night. Not the slow trickling drizzle of laziness, but more the cathartic pour to cleanse the streets and make the desert smell damp.
This morning - small puddles washed in October light.
Humid air blows around corners, seeking upturned faces. There is fog on the mountain. It isn't cold, just delicious.
The slant of sunrays are different - silver and timid instead of their usual bold, blazing gold.
We're waiting, checking the windows, measuring the distance of the clouds.
It's 8:50, no rain. 8:55, none. 8:57, a cloud moves over the sun. 9:00. Still no rain. 9:00-11:00 meeting in room without a window. Kills me to not know.
11:04 - Glorious rain confirmed!
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2 comments:
Okay, I totally can't hope to compete with a domestic short hair cat blog, but thanks for your nice comment about my FFF story. The link is purgatorian.blogspot.com and every Friday evening he posts a writing challenge -- so check him out on Friday and join in!
Stuntmom - thanks for the link to purgatorian - I'll check it out.
Graham - That must have been fun the first few weeks - 85 degrees in a dorm. I remember those days...
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