Wednesday, August 25, 2010
This morning, as part of our daily ritual, Elfie and I went outside to the back yard. It was hot, and still. The feeling of late summer lingered in the air. I took a look around. Everything looked so sad, and dry.
The leaves on my lilac bushes have a layer of film that looks like dryer lint, and the hydrangeas are hanging their heads as though they are ashamed.
I said out loud with a big sigh "Oh Elfie . . . I wish it would rain. The plants need a bath."
I went back in the house and made my way into my office, tripping over piles of chaos that I can't seem to get rid of, no matter how hard I try.
I turned on Pandora and went to work.
A few hours passed as I sat there singing along with James Taylor, when all of the sudden, the room got really dark. I looked out the window and saw black clouds hovering over my house, and monsoon winds whipping yard debris in the air. If I didn't know better, I could have sworn I saw Miss Gulch riding her bike, high in the sky.
Thunder ensued, and then . . . rain. Just a little bit, but it was enough to bring that delicious fragrance of a storm.
I opened all the windows, even though the wind was still blowing dirt and dust everywhere. It was worth it, just to sniff the air.
I love it when wishes come true.