Great Day

Every day is a good day, but yesterday was an unusually great day.

That was because, starting from at least 4:40 in the morning, which was when I awoke, all the way around the clock and then some, till around 10 at night, it rained at a steady clip without once easing up. Not a torrential downpour but still respectable. I can't remember when it last rained for such a sustained time. I thought floods would soon be at hand, but the ground must've been badly deprived, and it just soaked the wonderful water all up, and the creek and the river stayed well within their banks.

I look at rain, any rain, and any precipitation at all for that matter, much as other people might regard flakes of gold falling from the skies. Too much rain is better than too little. Too much rain can cause problems, but at least there you have something to work with. Too little rain and all you have is the threat of some form of a desert coming on, and deserts are not conducive to trees, good living, or even the possession of ordinary common sense.

One has only to look at Africa, the mother continent where everybody used to live.. A great deal of its chronic troubles, maybe most of them, can be traced to the fact that, compared to the rest of the continents, far too large a part of it is occupied by intractable nightmares like the Sahara and the other one in Namibia. Beautiful places maybe but unthinkable for maples, oaks, and hickories.