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I mean really raining. None of this namby-pamby drizzling that evaporates before it hits the ground. Actual drops of rain soaking the garden.

If the plants could get out of their beds I’d probably be seeing them go by in a mega-happy conga line past the window, led by the fledgling lemon tree.

Good Friday indeed.

Thank you God.

(And please let some of this be going into our dams. Double thank you.)