Looking out my Backdoor: Like falling in first love

Out of nowhere, no foretaste, foretelling, forewarning, it dropped from the sky, swooning, gobsmacked us in the best way. Rain, glorious, wondrous, wet, rain. Before the sun settled, the rain swung low like a sweet chariot, and dropped love from the sky.

The trees, the grasses, the flowers, the chili peppers, the weeds, me; we all lifted our arms in glad welcome. Lola The Dog scurried into her wee casita and hovered against the back wall.

Lola is not a water dog. She cools herself by digging down into the dirt shaded by a lime tree or the giant philodendron leaves, with her feet makes the dirt...