for the first time in what feels like forever a substantial rain has fallen. in mid summer it seemed like the rain would never stop, and then just in time to get what we wished for, it hasn’t rained since.
bed rows at the vegetable farm are cracked over and crusty. pork chop hill has a dust cloud swirling over head. and the grass. well, let’s just call it thirsty.
all day today, the crack pop of thunder and the drip drap of rain lulled the town to a hushed pace—singing lullabies with the wind and painting the sky a heavy grey.