After weeks of hot, dry weather, the cows lounged blissfully in the cool morning rain.
The precip-phobic goaties, on the other hand, high-tailed it back to their shed at first sprinkle.
"I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks for the heavy perfume of wild roses in early July or the song of crickets on summer humid nights and the rivers that run and the stars that rise and the rain that falls and all the good things that a good God gives." --Ann Voskamp
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