How it has rained.
For days now we’ve been wet. Galoshes leave mud and bits of leaves in entryways. Streams and rivers escape their banks, and make new paths along sidewalks and streets. Umbrellas dot the streets. We drink tea hot, not iced – unusual for July.
And plants grow, grow, grow, spilling over the tops of fences, curling around each other, becoming so heavy they tip. Vines, flowers, grasses, vegetables, fruits – they drink it all up and burst outward like a green army.
Soon, the water could be too much for them. Beating them down. Leaving them craving, yearning for sun to strike their leaves and complete the sugars inside their cells. Getting their “feet wet” in puddles. The climbing vines, the poison ivy will be fine, but the vegetables will be more prone to disease and rot.
Will it stop? It’s hard to know. But I, for one, am long since ready to dry out a bit.