Rain...

There is a glorious rain falling in eastern Minnesota this morning. Slow, steady, lasting, somewhere between the rain that passes just quickly enough to ruin your car wash and the torrents that rip the siding from a house.

It's been a dry summer here along the Mississippi River, they say we're about seven inches under normal, and the skies have been the beautiful, unforgiving, blue of a drought. The old trees can make it because their roots are deep but the lawns, wide and shallow, have become brown and the beauty of flowers has been stunted.

I have many things planned for today. Places to go, people to see, tasks to be accomplished. But it's raining in eastern Minnesota today and the weather trumps everything in this part of the world. Frankly, I don't mind a bit.