Okay, it’s been a wonderful summer, with nearly constant sunshine and so little rain, I think the rain gauge was beginning to feel useless. It’s useless no more. This morning, it increased by more than half an inch overnight. I wish it could spread as far as the wildfires in eastern Washington; they need a good dousing. But I come here not to bury rain, but to praise it. For me, in my writing phase, it does wonders to free up my time. I don’t have to consider watering, mowing, weeding, painting, or any of those outdoor-related activities. I get to write, and dear reader, that can be oh so hard to do sometimes. But not today.