I went to bed with an Annie Dillard book and read until I got sleepy, turned off the light and dozed. The wind began speaking to the trees and urging the lake to frolic. I watched the shimmering sky dance on the restless water and waited for the rain. At last the lightning and thunder gathered overhead and sent torrents of rain upon the thirsty land. The loons offered their lusty chorus as the clouds grumbled above. It was terrific!