The rain has been deftly tapping my window since I came home at 4:15. I know rain is terribly romantic and we all rave about it now and again--but this rain is mine. Really, it rained for me and I wished it here. I wished it when I saw the mountains sitting in their fog this morning and I said to my window, rain would be nice. It came and it licked my heels and watered my ambition, and I probably grew three inches today.
So when I came home, I napped in and out of it and curled under it and prayed it would just never stop.