It’s raining hard here.

It’s funny how, after a long dry spell, after a drought, when it rains, finally, it’s so welcome and unique….or something.

Or something.

It’s good.

I hope that it keeps up for a while….we do need the ground to get a good soaking.

My JeepĀ is still down, so I’m driving the old Toyota pickup.

I use a camper cover that makes it next to impossible to see when it’s raining, so maybe the rain might be a bad thing, but I’ll deal with that if it happens.

We want the thing that we don’t have….and now it’s raining.

I miss the sunshine already.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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