Hope

The character of the rain changed last nite.

Those of us in Seattle are exquisitely tuned to the slightest changes in our rain, which we call "weather".  And last nite it was different.

Instead of the wind-driven rain which almost hurts when it hits you in the face, and the howling in the rigging which that same wind causes, last nite it was calm.  And the rain fell quietly, gently.  It's the kind of rain that you can imagine the daffodils welcome, with their blossoms tilted skyward.

Surely spring is coming