Quarter inch of rain is nothing to complain about.
It’ll help the plants above ground, and start the new seeds growing.
That quarter inch of rain did wonders for Ma, too, who is ripe as a melon these days.
She has nothing to say to anyone anymore, except how she aches for rain.
at breakfast, at dinner, all days, all night she aches for rain.
“She is like a peach, a beautiful, smooth, rich peach, that has come to ripeness almost in a day, and that hastens to rub off the soft delicate bloom that is its chief charm, just to show its bright, warm colouring more clearly.”