I read about all the rain on the East Coast and think how much we could use some here. It continues dry except for the moist, smacky kiss of fog, which drips but doesn't really drench the roots.
Here is Thomas Merton:
Nothing can spoil this morning. The rain has stopped. The birds sing and starlings pursue a crow across the gray sky. Clouds still hang low over the woods. It's cool.
The whisky barrels by the woodshed stand or lie in wetness, one of them with wet weeds up the navel, others rolling in the soaked chips of wood and bark.
Someone has sawed a keg in half, and it is one of the most beautiful objects on the property at the moment. An example of wabi-sabi (simplicity) that Suzuki talks about. With joy, yesterday, I smelled the charred barrel. How beautiful to see it catch rain.
Thomas Merton. A Search for Solitude. Lawrence S. Cunningham, editor. San Francisco: HarperSanFrancisco, 1996: 281