It must have been this way since forever in the human experience, else how could this change in the season yield such a complex response. After the long dry, the parched land, comes first the cloudy promise and then the deluge.
This morning's heavy rain, the puddles and clogged drains, is the dramatic end to an almost uninterrupted dry summer. How we yearned for this and yet how almost instantly do we resent the low overcast, the driving rain, the wet clothing. We shrink inside our leaky summer jackets, we grimace and dash from one dry shelter to the next. And still we are opening deeply to the wet because we along with all other life around us feel the promise of fresh green and a new life.