told ya…..told ya….it was forcasted and it got cloudy and it got cooler and yep, it sprinkled (that’s a good sign when there has been no measurable rain since May)…..and then it quit…   Dang, the sprinkles came, the cat got upset when it sprinkled on him (the nerve of Mother Nature) and then…then…then…the sun came out.  Yep again…the sun came out.  But my neighbors and I didn’t give up hope.  We prayed to the rain gods for more than sprinkles, and we went to bed with the hopes of Christmas Eve excitment……(We even woke up about 3 to see if anything had happened)

And then….and then about 8am, it sprinkled and then it quit, and then it sprinkled again, and then it quit.  And the clouds whizzed by, in a hurry to see  Las Vegas and St. George, and then it began.  I’d say about 11 it began.  Sprinkles turned into mist and visa versa. Then, an occasional driver turned his wiper on..but just once, cause we all hate to hear that dragging screech across the windshield when it isn’t quite wet enough….and then, and then, it started.  Yes, I’d call it a light rain, a spring rain in the fall, a rain that the plants long for in the heat of August, a rain that touches all the petals of late summer and early fall, a rain that gently moistens the hard creekbed without going directly to the sea.  Oh yes, it is  rain and we are just joyous.  It ‘s cool, and cloudy, and one wants to make a fire with real wood and just sit.

It’s a good day, it’s rain’in.     thank ya  Jesus