"There will be a rain dance Friday night, weather permitting."---George Carlin

     We had a short thunderstorm last night with maybe 20 minutes of glorious rainfall.  It was much needed, and I hope moved on to drought-stricken farms.  Normally, I hate thunder and lightening, but this time the thunder was a beautiful rolling echo as lightening lit up the darkness.  It was comforting.  It has been so long since I have heard rain on the roof.  Who knew that one could miss that sound?  We didn't get a lot of rain, but the air smells fresh this morning.  Rain, rain...come again another day....please.

     Our son once told us the story of the naming of his minister's daughter.  They had waited a long time to adopt a child, and on receiving a baby girl, they named her Jorah, which is Hebrew for "first rain or autumn rain."  In Israel, at the end of the drought season with the return of the rain, people drop what they are doing and run into the street shouting "Jorah!"  What a beautiful story, and what a beautiful name for a long-awaited child.

    


     
     On the home front, Dean's foot is gradually improving.  He still wears sandals to walk, but has less of a hobble.  He continues on the IV antibiotics for a couple of more days, and will then resume chemo and chemo meds, and the cycle will begin all over again. 


     Listen to the Who singing "Reign O'er Me."  Only love can make it rain.
                http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gDbAtWpoA6k

     Listen to William Close performing the same song with his EarthHarp last night on America's Got Talent.
                http://www.hulu.com/watch/383981#x-4,vclip,1,0