This morning I was awakened long before the alarm went off. It was almost 6:00 a.m., although with the Fall Back of time on the weekend, it was almost 7:00 in the morning really. There was no light peeking through the heavy drapes in our room yet. I heard the steady pitter-patter outside on my window. That’s music to any Californian’s ears. We’ve had a long drought and we are so looking forward to some rain.
I’ll sacrifice some clear sunny days with an expanse of blue above. I’ll give up some t-shirt and flip-flop afternoons sipping lemonade on the patio. I can put up with a week of non-stop rain and not complain one bit. I’ve been doing my part to conserve.
As I made may way out of the garage, I looked up to the front of our home. Aside from the fog lifting, the wet driveway was a welcome sight. I imagined the Redwoods nodding in agreement. It’s going to be a good day.