Rain begins falling, like a ghost of rain, unlooked-for, in the middle of the night. All this long, dry time, this watching and waiting and calculating air pressure charts, and rain comes so quiet, it's hard to believe it's really here. I lay smiling, listening as hard as I can.
Who knows when it will rain again?
I think of Emma, hearing rain on her roof and realising it had been brought there just for her. Night rain always feels that way for me too. I believe in things happening simply due to nature - sad things, and such beautiful things our souls will never be the same again, having experienced them. But then there is unforecast night rain, a kiss against the hand, the heart -
A little bit of love in the dark.