Forgetting Rain

I'd almost forgotten what rain is like in the late afternoon -- what it sounds like coming down through the moss of the live oaks, the sun shining even as thunder rolls. The devil is beating his wife.

The temperature doesn't drop so much down here in the south, even when it rains, but there is relief all the same.

These days are "vacation" to me, but to the children, they are rich in mayhem and chaos. Their happiness and obvious enjoyment of one another is beautiful. 

I hope it rains again today.