Desert Rain

Was overcome by the cold downpour that embraced me this late Summer evening, as I stepped out to purchase items for my daughter's school lunches. By the time I made my way inside the store entrance, I was soaked. The greeter commented on my state of saturation, then noticed my peculiar smile in mid sentence. Others had stormed by me hoping to minimize exposure to the elements. Not I. I had purposefully meandered slowly through the seemingly gloomy drizzle with arms stretched wide at times & eyes to the heavens. After the worst electric bills in recent history, a scorched & barren yard, a vehicle that refused to keep me cool, & a broken home air conditioning unit that our landlord still refuses to repair, the hottest Texas Summer ever recorded, may finally be in the books. Yet for all my inconveniences, I still came out smelling like a rose compared to the countless Texans who lost their property & homes from this unprecedented heat. The longer I live, the more I realize how much weather drastically affects not only our dispositions, but our ability (or inability) to function on a minute by minute basis. But alas, as it is often suggested, "How can we fully appreciate the rain, without experiencing the desert?" So much to be thankful for this late September evening. So much indeed.