When it rains, there is happy

I woke up this morning to wall-to-wall grey, with measurable precipitation falling as far as the eye could see. Not that cleans-the-gutters stuff that comes later in the year but a good, soaking rain. One could almost hear the dirt (and all the roots beneath) making a great slurping noise.

Sarah and Caelibug were sitting on the front stoop when I stumbled forth, eating their breakfast. "the desert is happy about this", I offered. "We are the desert" said the One True Desert Lizard in response.

Good Times.

Fat, wet birds up under our awning in the back.
Our meager catchment running over.
The bike eagerly stomping from puddle to puddle on the way to work.

Maybe we can compromise and turn the Hole in The Earth That Was Muse into a serious water reservoir for the neighbourhood over there. Lawd knows it's doing nothing else at the moment.