When you spend so much time waiting for rain, you have to really mark it’s value when it comes. I feel like we’re a bit entrenched in the stigma of rain as a sad and dreary thing, something to hide away from, a ruiner of picnics, a snatcher of sunshiny happy daylight. We link it’s presence to our depressive and lazy moods and sing songs about it in minor keys. As a farmer, my perspective has changed on this. From my angle, the clouds burst in a generative cycle in our favor. Do the falling drips from the sky harm your skin or truly bring misery into focus? No? Well, then embrace the showers as much as the sunshine, and genuinely behold the land’s thirst for them.