All night I listened.
The rain was outside the open window,
making small consistent sounds that, in this time of drought,
make me feel like one too long away from its soul mate.
In the morning the sky still weighed heavily with dark clouds...
The Abe Lincoln rose seems to say, "Oh, I've been waiting for you, Rain."
The newly planted Columbine is most happy without the sun and is pleased with the moist, cool morning.
The Kangaroo Paw was not as happy... but it's an Australian native and isn't really happy until Summer arrives.
My garden ladies survived the night. One always looks like I feel with rain on my face...
The other is younger and is never really please with the moisture and what it does to her hair.
