I woke up this morning to the delicious sounds of rain — the steady beating of drops on my roof — and the counterbeat of the runoff hitting the roof over the basement door. It was so soothing, so hypnotic that I rolled over and went back to sleep.
The rain continued through the morning into the early afternoon, and then it stopped.
The sun came out to play after that, and the rain was gone, but not forgotten. Big fat drops remained, decorating the yard with beautiful gems of water with sunlit highlights.
Isn’t that like the people we love? They come into our lives and water us, and even when they’re gone, a part of them remains with us.