Almost ran home today because every sign pointed toward an imminent deluge. Tree-bending wind, darkling shadows on the horizon. Turns out, it was wasted energy, and I should have walked for longer. It’s not raining yet, an hour later, but it will be, and for the next several days. Living in Alberta, I still have drought brain, even after the soggy mess of last summer, so rain is always welcome. Sounds nice, smells nice, and everything looks green and healthy. There are still trees with residual die-off from years of drought, but the view is predominately lush. I’ll take the rain, as Michael Stipe says.