February 22

Dark clouds loomed overhead most of the day but there wasn't rain in the forecast so I didn't think much of it.

Until late this afternoon, when I glanced out the window and noticed wet pavement. Drops on Adam's car parked in the garage. Dot, dot, dot on the usually still surface of the pool.

It rained all the time when I was a kid growing up back east, but it's a rarity around these parts these days. So for those precious droplets, I am grateful.