I remember the anticipation of going outside after a rain. The sweet dampness of the air and the heat from the concrete penetrating the cool of the water. The thrill of watching the water rush down the curb. It was the closest thing to a stream we desert, city-kids had. We would gather up things to float downstream. Our wrinkled fingers crafted boats from trash and sticks. Gritty feet would seek out any mud we could squish between our toes or if it was stiff enough, make into miniature pottery that we would dry in the approaching sun. It was fabulous.
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Those pictures are priceless! And the rain, oh how wonderful it is! We had rain for three days! Everyone is overjoyed around here!
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