This morning I began pruning the mesquite tree damaged by the weekend's hot, dry winds. It was a big job. I didn't finish. When we came home this evening raindrops were falling and the air was getting cooler by the minute. I reveled in the change as I finished my task. Then I watched the sky darken, clouds swirling over our heterodox tract home:And then everything was illuminated:It hasn't poured yet and might not for a while. But the air declares that our long-delayed meteorological salvation is finally upon us. And none to monsoon either. I feel like doing a dance of gratitude.