At about ten after six, a sprinkle of rain began. It is now coming down hard enough to run off the canvas canopy over the deck and the dogs want to come in. The weather radar barely shows rain. I hope it continues long enough to soak the garden and bring on a flush of weeds. Not that I want the weeds, but the garden will come with the weeds. I love a summer rain like this. I think I can feel the plants flourishing. This will mean a weekend of weeding and mowing, but I hope that will be a pleasure. I had to jump up and check– still coming down hard.