When we left to visit J's mother, our grass was brown and crunchy. We were gone for six days and it did not rain a drop while we were away. At least, it didn't on our grass.
This was one of the few trips during which not a drop of rain fell on our moving vehicle. Nor on any parked ones that we could see, either.
However, we must have towed a vortex of moisture laden air behind us as we returned home. Perhaps it was lost and needed a hint. Because, last night it rained some - just enough to make the brown grass supple and give the occasional greenish blade some hope.
This morning it is spattering rain again and the ground is loving the idea of slowly taking it in.
So now we know. It must be true. If there isn't rain down here in the southern end of our state, we have to travel up there and guide it down . . .