How the rain falls

I'm sitting at the library reception desk watching a perfectly beautiful Summer evening rain. It's heavy and silver and falls pure straight down in a windless sky, like in a Peanuts Cartoon where Linus and Charlie Brown discuss the meaning of life.

The rain always sounds best to me falling on the roof of the library.

In this phase of the pandemic at the library we no longer do curbside pickup. People instead come into the library (five people at a time maximum), get their books off the request shelves, and then use the self check out kiosks to check them out. It's all as peaceful now as curbside was relentlessly miserable.

And suddenly I remember with some accuracy one of those philosophical Peanuts cartoons:

Charlie Brown and Linus walk along in a heavy, straight downpour. Charlie Brown quotes the Bible saying that the rain falls on the just and the unjust alike. Linus thinks about this awhile, then he says "That's a good system."

Sure.

Okay.