A little under the weather

A few nights ago I fell asleep to the sound of rain on the roof.

At least I think I did.

It’s become such a rare occurrence that I can’t be sure. Maybe it was a dream.

I remember rain hammering on the roof a few years back, but it didn’t happen last summer. Once the snow disappeared in April, the country simply dried out. There was no green-up, no wet season, no rain.

I worry this spring is shaping up in similar fashion. So maybe I was hearing things.

But the sound of rain, like the sound of a dog gagging in the middle of the night, usually wakes me with a start. I spent too many nigh...