The rain we desperately longed for, came down for days. The dry, hardened earth soaked up every last drip, still thirsty. Then we got more. The rivers flowed again, the fish swam again. It's a complicated cycle, when a place fully dependent on the regularity of receiving water, just doesn't get any. Raingear-clad, we headed to the park on bikes, breathing in the fresh salty air. We watched water shoot off the sides of hills, making impromptu waterfalls. We literally soaked it up. Then the sun peaked out for a couple days, and we soaked up that, too.
It's Friday, and we're ready for our weekend.
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