(Apologies to folks on the East Coast.)
There are those of you who have seen too much of this. There are others who have seen too little of the wet stuff.
On this first day of Fall, the rain moving in signals change for me. More than a nip in the air, or the sprinkle of ungreen leaves on my lawn.
It has been a long, hot summer where I live, untouched by hurricanes, cyclones or other whims of the ocean.
This is about as close to water as I can get.