The call of ravens and rain

Four ravens, all noisemakers, flew over my house as the first drops began to fall.

I ran outside to acknowledge them, and to wallow in the scent of rain. Monsoon has arrived, streaking down at an angle, gaining strength, and we all run for cover, but not too far.

Until I lived in the desert, I did not know these particular joys of being summoned by ravens and rain.

Original drawing ©Beth Surdut. Order signed prints at www.bethsurdut.com