This morning’s rain has come quietly, but it is abundant and steady. The ground is soaking it in. In spite of yesterday’s storm, the countryside around Motovun is still parched after the long drought. The rain thus feels soothing, like an ailment on a wound. Looking out of the window, I am rejoicing. I, too, am soaking the rain in. After so many years in the hilltown, I am with it body and soul. To the point of taking this morning’s rain kind of personally.