“Raining!” Kiwi shouted, her face beaming and shower-splattered. “Raining! Raining!”
As she ran, her joy in the rain was contagious. “It’s raining!” I echoed, laughing.
It rained this weekend—barely, but anything to quench our burning state’s thirst is welcome. As huge swaths of Oregon burned this summer, we played indoors, asked school to cancel outdoor recess, canceled trips. The inconveniences we endured from smoke-filled air are nothing in comparison to the communities ravaged by forest fire.
So as we skipped and stomped in the shallowest of puddles, the rain felt healing—like the most welcome weather in the world.
