And so it comes, at last, rain. When I first heard the sound soon after midnight, I mistook it for wind. Stepped outside to gauge how dry, how fast, and instead got wet.
Still raining now, raising the scent of a doused campfire. Watch the news and you'll hear whining about why it's not quite right, this rain - too light, too late, too soon, too hard, whatever the storm, it's somehow going to be wrong.