Sunday seemed like an extended version of those Heinz catsup commercials that aired throughout the 1970s and early 80s. As catsup slowly poured from a bottle, Carly Simon sang, 'Anticipation. An-ti-ci-pa-a-tion. It's making me wait.' Most of the day, sky hung heavy with clouds. The air felt moist and even held the scent of spring. […]

Sunday seemed like an extended version of those Heinz catsup commercials that aired throughout the 1970s and early 80s. As catsup slowly poured from a bottle, Carly Simon sang, 'Anticipation. An-ti-ci-pa-a-tion. It's making me wait.'
Most of the day, sky hung heavy with clouds. The air felt moist and even held the scent of spring. We noticed that our neighbor's elm tree had leafed out; even a few flowering trees provided splashes of pink within the landscape. Like us, nature anticipated the rainfall yet to come. Time and temperature (672-5654) promised a 100% chance of rain during the night.
Then, a few hours before sunset, skies cleared and sunshine lit up the landscape, as it had been doing for many days. Would this just be another broken promise? Would our dreaded dreams of drought continue to haunt us?
No.
Sometime during the night, rains came, accompanied by thunder and lightning. Around 1:30 a.m. a loud bolt of lightning awakened me, and I stepped onto the front porch just to make sure this wasn't a dry symphony.
No, it was rain, wonderful rain, soaking the earth, watering our crops, and giving us hope that the drought will end.
The anticipation was worth the wait.