A slow approach

The sky is gray and rumbling.

The air smells of water and wet dust.

A light wind is moving the tree branches and palm fronds.

The temperature is … comfortable enough to sit outside.

So I sit outside with my laptop, hoping, hoping, hoping for rain.

And even as I type that, I hear a quiet splattering drip, drip, drip …

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