The sky started grumbling and before long rain was beating down on the house again this evening. Record breaking rain for July, I wonder if it will be so for August. Something important is happening. The sky looks frightened, or maybe I just look to it with frightened eyes.

I love the rain though. I can feel my toes in warm, slippery mud though they lie clean on crisp white linen. My scattered and pattering thoughts come to an abrupt stop and stand still, listening to drippy taps and water whispers.

Girls everywhere flip window locks with their thumbs then push in and up to raise their stubborn windows. Carefully perched, they listen to the tenor voice of the earth. The rain keeps us indoors and alone, but in doing so reminds us that we are all housed up in this same way at the same time. Alone, like everyone else. There is peace in this notion.