I still think the first rain is pretty, and I love everything smelling fresh and kind of metallic. The town seems a little quieter, and that makes for pleasant contemplation while gazing at the trees that are just starting to change, glowing against the gray clouds.
The part of me that fears drought, fire season, & 115° days is giddy. The part of me that was going insane around April last year is getting nervous: 9 months of dull, dark wetness. Where can I hang my dripping wet helmet, pants, jacket? Am I ready to do this again? At least fall is absolutely effing gorgeous here. Excitement wins out today.