It rained today. For someone in Seattle or Houston, rain is no big deal. It happens every afternoon so that the humidity stays at stifling, or so that the moss will grow on the big trees. In Austin, we have been in a drought so long, that every rain seems a blessing. Like a hot shower, or puppies that smell like puppies (dogs always smell like wet dog, but that is another blog). Todays rain was the perfect rain. Not drenching, not thundrey or lightningy, (two words that ought to be words) but a soft, slow rain that soaked everything pretty completely. My grass is finally green. I'm not worried about my trees anymore, or any trees anymore. I was really worried about the trees that didn't live with people. They really suffered! I don't even want to think about the animals that suffered. It was horrible enough that everytime I drove through the hill country, I saw more and more brown, dying trees. Thank God that is over, I think. So everytime it rains, think about us poor things here in Texas.