It Is What It Is

We'd stayed up way past our bedtime talking and laughing with our out-of-town friends last night. It's been too long since we've spent time with them. 
No one wanted to say goodnight. When we were younger, the hands of the clock would not have told us when to turn in, and we all could have stayed up until it was time to feed the chickens. Someone would have pointed out "we can sleep when we're dead!" And with a few hours sleep, we'd been up ready for round two. But sadly those days are now behind us, and when one of us started nodding out, we turned in.
Sometime before dawn, I could hear rain playing the roof like a Trinidad drum. I slipped out of bed and stepped to the back deck for a first hand weather report. 
It seems like months since we've had a decent rain, so I stepped out on the deck, looked up into the night sky, and let the cool rain sprinkle my face. 
This has been a difficult summer for many parts of the county. My blog buddy Ellen who lives near Houston, Texas  has dealt with drought conditions for months.
If I'd taken a picture of our walking path, it would have looked like the earth surrounding Somalia. The oak trees have deep roots and are rarely affected by dry weather, but even the hundred year old trees looked thirsty this year. So the rain off of tropical storm Lee, was welcome. Hopefully we won't have the 8 inches of rain that some doomsday weather people have predicted, but we'll take whatever Mother Nature has to offer. In my way of thinking, it is what it is.
Have a great week.