Hell’s Half Acre

I’m in the middle of an op report (flexor tendon repair, if you were really wondering) but I had to stop, get up, walk outside and enjoy – if not only for the loss of power but also the draw of the rain…

Day after day of dry and dust and finally RAIN!  The amazing freshness of the smell, the drop from 112F/44C to 85F/29C, the renewal, the loss of internet (satellite ), the sound of the drops and tiny waterfalls cascading all over the grass roof, the puddles of toxicity collecting in the road, the deep grounding it produces.  We each individually gather together to watch the clouds gather, to watch the osprey and large birds riding the thermals and being chased by the downfall, to smell the first smell of rain, to hear the first patter and to exclaim and wonder as the smell gets stronger and the drops begin to fall.

We cannot help but wander in the great drops, feel the cool wetness and drink deep of the earthy smell.  As the frequency of the downpour decreases, we wander away and the littlest kids come out, whooping and jumping in the toxic puddles, creating ginormous rooster tails with their bikes and luxuriating in the lovely wetness of the rain.