39/50 - It's raining, it's pouring ...

One of the most beautiful sounds in the world is the sound of rain outside an open window, pattering on new spring leaves, tippling the old sidewalk, filling the air with a gentle shush and the most sensual, fecund scent. As usual, I’m amused: the weather widget on my desktop has been red-flagging this quiet rain I’m listening to in the minutes before dawn for days now, warning of severe weather. How odd that in the 21^st Century, a little rainstorm equals “hair on fire.” Ah, the rabble of robins in the laurels wake up. And yes, there’s a wren.