Rain came in yesterday,
in the afternoon. It came again later, during the night, and it is raining now in full day light. The air is rich with the rain smell that means life, that means the farmer is going to get through another month. "All sunshine makes a desert," the Bedouin say. We don't always know what's good for us. Just because we don't like getting wet doesn't mean we don't need the moisture. Right now a robin sits out there on a powerline, getting soaked with rain, its breast rusting.
I head north on Main Street in Fairwater, rain coming down as a grey net. The flag at the cemetery flies from west to east. Highway E shines with the moisture on it. I sweat mightily in the humidity and thickness.
Beans and peas and corn are up, taking a drink of this rain. Some of the peas are in blossom.