Day Fifty-Six

I had a phone call from my parents.  That night there was rain, real live rain that came down long enough to soak the ground.

I opened the window and waves of cool, soft air rolled into the room.  In the morning I mopped away all the dust.

It was not going to be a dusty day probably, thanks to the rain, and I enjoyed the clean house and the clean air and the lack of immediate dust.