Just now, after supper, out walking under lavender clouds, we were pelted. Suddenly. And how we laughed, no umbrellas in our hands.

The stretch of bright, hot, humid days and evenings had seemed like it would last forever. But fresh winds gusted, and juicy raindrops drenched our heads, shirts, shoes.

Weather reports had not prepared us for this. Or perhaps we had stopped reading them.

How blessed we are, our hair dripping as darkness settles in, delighting in a gift of cold July rain.