Eons ago, or maybe it was only decades, I bought a set of wind chimes at the Colorado Renaissance Festival.
They have big pipes and are tuned like church bells, a rich, low, melodious sound. I'm sitting and listening to them this morning as I wait for the coffee to finish brewing and I realized that those bells have signaled every weather change to my brain for so long, that my subconscious needs their ring to really notice the change.
This morning it is still warm, but cloudy, breezy, damp and it feels like rain.
Oh, we need the rain!!