Or to be more specific: What the summer rain does.
1. It gives you a menu of two mornings. Sunshine or gray. Since sunshine is guaranteed seven months of the year, the part-time, summer-gray option is good. It casts misty fog over the mountains, and that’s a fine feel.
2. It’s cooling. Summer mornings are somewhere in the 50s. I remember some of these mornings, some years, in which I saw my exhaled breath, a rare gift.
3. It makes the grass grow, which must be mowed. It makes all the garden grow, which must be tended to. This is a mixed blessing. It looks good, but it’s toil.
There is no ideal world, no heaven on earth, no Nirvana on tierra firma.
4. It inspires mosquitoes. No need to elaborate.
5. It’s evocative, and encourages one to put the stereo in repeat mode while playing Peter Kater and Nawang Khechog’s Dance of the Innocents.
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(Note: The photo was taken in Ecuador, not here.)