A Beautiful Day
It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood . . .
A beautiful, cool, rainy day that is. Not the kind of gully-washing downpour that accompanies the ‘funder and lightning that frightens my children. Not the kind of afternoon summer shower that turns all of outdoors into a natural sauna. Not the kind of drizzle that dampens my car just enough to attract all the dust that did not get washed away.
No, this is a sweet, steady rain. It’s the kind that makes it dark and cozy in the morning – so much so that even preschoolers sleep late. It’s the kind that creates that sweet rain fragrance that air freshener companies have tried unsuccessfully to reproduce. It’s the kind that makes the leaves on plants perk up the way that a dog’s ears will when it hears some far away noise unfathomable to human ears. It’s the kind of rain that washes away all the ugliness, the pollen, and the dust.
It’s a beautiful day in my neighborhood. Hope it is in yours as well.