When we're in the midst of our annual drought, I tend to forget that rain is even a remote possibility. Yesterday some weather-person on TV said, "Oh, there's a slight chance of rain, but it's so slight I don't want to mention it and get your hopes up."
We hadn't had anything more than a sprinkle for a month or so. As I fell asleep in my air-conditioned bedroom, I saw weather bulletins creeping across the bottom of the television screen. Radar showed thunderstorms fifty miles to the north of us. When I passed through the sauna that is my kitchen on my last trip to the bathroom, the grandson mentioned that he heard thunder, and I said, wearily, "Yeah well, the storms won't be coming here."
But this morning I looked outside to see wet sidewalks. Flashlight in hand, I went to check the rain gauge and we did, indeed, get almost an inch of rain. Maybe the brown pasture will turn green again.