In central Texas this Easter morning, it is raining. Slowly, in fits and starts, but with luxurious quantity.
After the drought of the past few years, we open to rain in the way a resurrection plant from West Texas does.
We lie dormant, brown, dessicated--and then the slow rain falls and we fill with moisture; we swell, become plump again with greenness. We ready ourselves to receive sunlight once more and grow.