I woke up this morning, obscenely early I might add, and couldn't sleep because of an incessant tapping noise. Where was it coming from? The ceiling fan? Probably.
As I lay there and tried to go back to sleep, I listened more and realized... IT'S RAINING!!
Wait... it's not raining! It couldn't be raining. It was sunny as ever yesterday, not a cloud in sight. How could it be raining? I'm imagining things. Or maybe it's just the sprinklers. Wishful thinking. No rain. Nope.
I even looked out the window that overlooks our garden. It didn't look like it was raining. But then again, it was around 5:40 in the morning.
So I got up. Oh it's definitely raining. I can tell it is now.
I looked out the window in the front door to see the cascade of water running off the rooftop!
HOORAY!!! It's raining!
Arizona people are so weird. We love rain. If I wasn't sitting in my robe and socks and if I wasn't trying to conserve energy for my long work day ahead, I'd go play in it.