Just as I was working on a rain-inspired piece in my studio this morning, the wind picked up in a way that said a storm was about to blow through. I was at a stopping point and went out on the front porch. What a gift! The rain transformed the scent of the air. It created magical patterns on the screens. It became a gentle percussion in the space. I was reminded of a hurricane day years ago when, locked up in the house with plywood-covered windows, grandma went to a window to peek out through a small crack. A brief ray of sun just hit the drops that covered our fence and its covering vines. A magical transformation! And grandma said, “Why look at that. Somebody has come and put diamonds all over our fence! How can that be?” The gift of rain. It was like that today.