rain

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Oh, how I love the rain. The smell of it, in spring. After a month of none at all. A sigh of relief, from the wood anemones, budding roses, the birch outside my make-shift home office window with leaves just about to open. Thinking: Maybe this means we aren’t heading into another summer like 2018, we can’t be, not with how the world is, we wouldn’t be able to take it. (Too early to say, though. In 2018, it didn’t stop raining until late May.) I listen to Labrinth: “I’m jealous of the rain / that falls upon your skin / it’s closer than my hands have been / I’m jealous of the rain”. Yes. The blessing of rain.

Photo: International Rose Test Garden, Portland, Oregon, June 2012. Posted on Instagram April 28, 2020.