Deluge on Labor Day

Rain, rain, sweet glorious, rain.

When the front moved in on Friday evening, I stood outside with my face up to the sky, arms held wide, and embraced the small drops of water that graced us.

Now the precipitation turns to heavy rain and wind, a full on tropical storm to challenge the wildfires' fury.

Rain on, dark sky, rain on...

I'll take the sound of water on our metal roof, and mountains blocked by fog, over the lung scarring smoke that settled in our bay for weeks as we all coughed and checked the forecast waiting for the weather to shift.

The weather finally shifted.

Rain, rain, sweet glorious, rain.

And on this wet windy Labor Day, I'd like to say to all the workers of the world keep fighting for fair pay, for health insurance, for compensation, for holidays.

I celebrate the rain today, but also the sweat and courage of all the union workers who came before me and walked the picket lines for progress, for more equitable prosperity, so that I can enjoy a three day weekend with my family. 

Thank you.

Rain on, dark sky, rain on...

Comments

[Greta]

Yahoooo! Great news.

[Linda]

I'm so glad you got rain! What a relief, after so much smoke in the air.