…and perhaps enough to do some good.

I spent the best part of an hour (even 30 minutes can be the best part under certain circumstances) out on (the front porch, this time, facing west) just soaking in the beauty of moisture, and every time that I thought, “well, that’s it for now,” I heard a rumble and the output increased. (N.B. I love deserts too, just not here and now.) The robins are beside themselves (or each other—I can’t tell which).
And now I can stop worrying about the immediate impact of climate change in the immediate vicinity, and begin worrying about something else, of which there is no shortage of subjects.