The good rain knows its season,
When spring arrives, then it comes.
It follows the wind secretly into the night,
And moistens all things softly, without sound.
'Welcome Rain on a Spring Night'
I have taken advantage of a week of intermittent good rain to rest, to introspect, and to dream. I feel better. We have lovely visitors from England now, and we leave, with them, for a few days in Charleston. SC. I'll be sketching watery and other images while I'm there. See you very soon!