.okay well, it was in the 70's all week and with the excitement of finding flowers in the garden stretching their tiny little selves up to greet the spring, and being that root children need water... i might have whispered aloud something about wishing for rain
.it was innocent .one tiny slip of a wish and i got my rain .alas next time i'll make a point to insert more detail into the thought, such as how lovely if it were light showers with blue skies .sigh