It rained. I woke up in the middle of the night to hear thunder clapping and see the flash of lightning, and all of a sudden I was a little kid again on Christmas morning. I ran from window to window for the whole fifteen minutes or so that it lasted, and lay in bed afterwards giddy with the excitement.

It rained. Actual rain. I saw it fall from the sky, there were puddles this morning. And the most important of all... I'm still pregnant and hormonal and intermittantly irrational. But I was happy to be proved wrong in that it would never rain again. It was amazing.