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It is raining. Not a gully washing, frog-strangling downpour, but a simple, gentle rain. One that will soak into the soil and bring to life the zillions of small seeds that have been dormant throughout this drought. The rain will help prepare the garden beds for planting while it washes the sky of pollution and grunge.

I fell asleep sitting at my computer a few minutes ago, and awakened as my head snapped forward, so bedtime will be early. I am looking forward to falling asleep with the gentle lullaby of the rain. Sweet dreams.