the rise and fall of rain, end of Sunday

Except for an hour or so at church and a heated quiche at lunch, I have sat here at this computer since a very early hour.  The Berlin novel, first draft, is done.  My students' final papers are reviewed, graded, returned.  I made a teaching video for a friend.  And it rained, and it rained, and it rained.

I like the sound of rain, always.  I think, as I stand now, as I uncurl these limbs, that rain is like sun when you need the rain.  It rises on the day and sets.  It keeps you company.