Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain

It's finally raining. After what seems like months since the last time water fell from the sky, we are being sprinkled with a steady, moderately light rain that just tap-tap-taps on the deck. It makes me happy. It makes me sleepy.

There is something comforting about this rain. There hasn't been any thunder (yet) or lightning. Just two hours of gentle, soothing, caressing rain. My yard looks greener already. My dogs smell wet-doggier already (probably since they were out cavorting in this stuff - the puppies ADORE the rain). I don't even care that the hardwoods are wet and a little muddy and that's it's more work for me later. They were so happy outside, catching the rain with open mouths, like kids do when it snows. I can't remember when the last time was that the pups saw rain.

Now it's quiet. Everyone is resting. All the dogs are snoozing, the littler ones are piled on top of one another in a puppy pile. The box fan is humming. The ceiling fan has a little squeak. The rain quietly falls on the deck.

There's a blanket here on the loveseat but the sofa is calling my name... I believe that I am being lured by the siren of sleep... I must give in... I must...