Lovely!

"Lovely! See the cloud, the cloud appear!

Lovely! See the rain draw near!"

(from a Zuni Indian Corn-grinding song)

I can imagine what a blessing rain must be, out in the dry Southwest where the Zunis grind their corn. But in this corner of the mountains where the creeks and branches have turned to mud and the pastures are burnt brown, we, too, have been longing for the healing clouds to come and the gentle rains to fall, soaking the dusty soil.

And at last it has rained, is raining, will probably continue raining.

The damp cool air, the clean fresh smell, the dusty foliage, flowers, and fruits all refreshed --
Lovely!