Yesterday morning, the remnants of Tropical Storm Fay reached my area, with a soft gentle rain you could still walk a dog in without an umbrella. We have needed this rain. The lake is down but not like in Atlanta. The grass had died, the leaves on the trees were starting to turn and the flowers were all wilted. This is the kind of rain we need the most, slow and steady and it looks like for a long time. It may rain off and on thru next week and there is Gustave behind it.
As I drove to work I saw this splash of purple, it was a gang of morning glories in full bloom on a chain link fence, revived from dormancy. In the parking lot, the birds splashed in puddles, cleaning the dust from their feathers.
This morning the rain pours. There are flash flood watches until this afternoon. On the highway the traffic slows except for the big trucks who do what they want to. The churn up the water from the pavement and atomizes it, it hangs briefly in the air as the tanker flies ways, gradually to be pelted out of the air by more rain. It is wet, and Crybaby stands at the door and says: "Meow!"