Rain Rain Rain

In Boston yesterday the rain poured down–3 inches of it.
I checked the weather in Chapel Hill . . . sunny, sunny, sunny.
Forever ahead in the forecast–sunny.
As my friends and I waded through puddles and tried to keep
our umbrellas from turning inside out in the blustery wind,
I thought, well, rain, anywhere, must be good for the planet.
I’ve had this image of the planet drying up, from the inside out,
like a prune–and eventually caving in on itself.
What images come to mind when you think of rain and the
future of the planet? Write about them.