There are places on the planet that are starving for Rain. Some of my friends and blog buddies in parts of Australia have devastating wildfires. I wish we could share a little of our rain with them.

I walked the dogs alone this morning. Suiting up in my sweats, a full-length raincoat, hat, and rain boots, I coaxed the dogs out. They weren't thrilled as they usually are, but there was business to take care of - there was no avoiding that. 

It was a short walk. I let the dogs in on the side porch that's doubling as a green room. The plants were thankful for the rain that the dogs shook off their shining coats.

Once inside, I sat down at my office desk. At times, the rain roared on the metal roof, and other times, it was more of a thick mist. 

Jilda left for work after lunch. I knocked out a couple Stories and the first draft of my column for Sunday.

I received a check in the mail today for some contract work I did for a local city. After a warm shower, I darted out to my truck and headed to the bank. 

On the way home, I swung by the Forks of the river to see how the water was flowing. It is evident before I clicked the gearshift into park that the water was up.

I stood there for a moment and watched as mocha-colored water flowed downstream. I snapped the picture below and sent it to the paper. I'm not sure if the editor will use it, but I wanted to document this moment in time.

If the rain falls this hard tomorrow, I'm putting life vests on the chickens.

Y'all stay dry and warm.