Heaven

I have decided that when I get to Heaven, there had better occasionally be summer rain. There are few things more wonderful than a summer rain storm in a desert city. I haven’t blogged in months, but I had to share this. I am grateful that I am a night owl, or I would have missed one of the most spectacular storms I’ve seen in a long time.

My chair under the eves of the carport with my toes in the deluge from the drain spout, where I can be part but stay apart, that is a moment well spent. There is still moisture between my toes as I sit here. How gorgeous it is when the street is turned into a fast moving stream and water makes the asphalt look soft. The smell in the air is indescribably clean and heavily perfumed all at once. The last drops come tumbling down and the pavement still retains enough of the day’s heat that there are dry patches where moments before there had been liquid glass. The thunder isn’t noise it’s background music to the fireworks of the lightning. For a brief instant nothing else matters but sitting and enjoying the gift of life bringing moisture. Just as quickly as it began, it’s over and most won’t even know it happened, but those of us awake to witness.