The drizzle starts as I exit the grocery store, and it feels so right it has to creep into my awareness. Rain. Around me exclamations of surprise as people raise their hands to the blessing falling on us instead of running to their cars to avoid getting wet. I drive home with the window down and my arm out, reveling in each sting against my skin. By the time I get home and the groceries are packed away from the oppressive heat, the rain is gone. And now I stand outside in air thick with moisture that does not fall. But the proof of a little miracle is beautiful on the green leaves.
