Last night's tennis practice was stopped by rain. The kind of rain that sweeps in on blustery winds, dropping the temperature 20 degrees in 30 minutes. The kind that reawakens the earth and makes you want to be outside just to share in it. The kind that makes you think you can play tennis with the big girls!
Then come the big drops. Then the little drops. Then the downpour and the race to the car. But ten minutes later it's over. The wind blows it on to the next court. The skies lighten and the sun is back out.
And then....
the rainbow sign.
I can smell it ...
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