There hasn't been a lot of rain where I live, not until recently and we certainly needed it. I'm thankful that the rain has finally come and helped ensure that there's no significant shortage of food and that the cost of food and everything else will remain within reason.
What's always an entertaining notion to me is the realization that the rain comes down gently, at least gently enough to not cause harm to humans. I realize the weather is nasty at times, but for the most part, it's spectacular. Why isn't the rain coming down as basketball size hail? Harmony. How does it all work? In a beautifully intricate fashion which we struggle to comprehend in its entirety. We are silly beasts and the rain is lovely.
