Rain.

Like most of the country, where I live is parched. Beyond parched. I don't water my grass (although I have watered my plants and vegetables all summer), and it's sad how decayed it is. Dry. Crackling. Ugly. Our dogs have no mercy on it, either. The paths they create. The patches they destroy one at a time. It's ugly. Last night it rained on those bare patches. I'm thankful. My garden needed the life, and a water ban has been put into place for the city (although some of my neighbors don't seem to care). It's not nearly enough to make a dent, but watching the lightening late into last night was a relief on the soul.