With a steady rain comes reflection. While it is the end of January this is not a cold rain, it's a healing downpour. One that is meant to give the ground a good long refreshing drink, and here in the desert, sorely needed. When I woke up this morning, it was to the sound of consistent muted drumming on the roof. I knew instantly that today would belong to me. I could leisurely sip coffee on the porch, read, watch the rain and enjoy the morning.
On the porch I noticed a sound that was more than just the thrumming raindrops, but quite like a rushing water. I immediately went to investigate to discover that my rain gutter was gushing water into a rapidly forming whirlpool. Another project has been added to my list of chores, a rain collection barrel.