My garden is a sanctuary. It is a Japanese garden, and brings peace to those who enter. It has survived four years of drought and now the rains come. I feel such gratitude. The rains have come gently and easily. Rain, then, a break, then, rain. This moment is quiet though drops sparkle on all the branches and leaves. The drops looks like buds on the bare branches of the plum trees. The berries are still here, treats for robins, wrens, and jays. I feel peace.