It has rained and rained and rained the past couple of days.
There is a puddle in the little slough out front.
It is cold and windy.
Sleet pings on the window.
The rain barrel is full.
The ground squishes when I walk.
Fire crackles in the log burner.
The cat purrs on the alter of his god.
The seasons are back in their rightful places (at least for now).