The sound I miss the most

While working in the yard yesterday I noticed a dark cloud approaching from the west.

“It’s going to rain,” I thought to myself.

The weather app on my phone affirmed my prediction.

“Rain starting in six minutes,” it read, “continuing for 40 minutes.”

I welcomed the moisture like I always do this time of year. April showers bring May flowers and all that.

I should have known better. It hardly even spit, the dark clouds vanishing by the time they reached town.

I miss rain. Especially in the spring.

But this dry corner of Montana I call home, sees little. The average precipitatio...