It Might Be Too Good To Be True, But Rumor Is I'm Waking Up This Wednesday to Rain, Quenching the Thirst of a Dry-Throated Northeast

Perhaps it's the Syracuse boy in me who is accustomed to precipitation falling from the sky. This summer, 90% of predicted storms seemed to split around Bridgeport heading south or north. We simply were bypassed in Stratford. This morning, they are saying a 90% chance of rain until 2 p.m. - I sure hope so. Everything is so dry and brittle, including my nostrils. 

Yesterday was a typical 14-hour Tuesday and today, with a cancellation of a school visit because of change professional development, I have time to catch up on courses, grading, writing projects, and dare-I-Say State Out the Windows wetness. It awaits to be seen. I want to see puddles. I want to splash in them. I want the grass, trees, perennials, and annuals to soak up as much as they can with one last gasp of summer. I know. I know. The opposite can be too much rain, which is also dreary, but I think about the importance of water not only for us, but for the natural world around us.

It's a few days before #WriteOut kicks off, but I'm already thinking about getting outdoors with a pen and paper to capture the world around me. I'm hoping to bring students around for the ride, as well. Using Ann E. Burg's books in past courses accompanied such writing, and even though I'm not featuring them this semester, I'm looking forward to hinting at all they contributed to personal pedagogy and thinking. 

I'm writing this post before I go to bed on Tuesday, hoping I'll hear the tapping of raindrops on my windows when I wake up at 6 a.m. - I sort of gave up on good thunderstorms, so now I'm simply hoping for a good soaking. I'm waking up to edit that it is, indeed, sprinkling (not a downpour, but wet, nonetheless).

Oh, and I bought apple cider donuts. I'm looking forward to one of those with my coffee. 

Update: I ate a donut. It was delicious with my morning cup of mocha.