We Celebrated the Rains When They First Began

We celebrated the rains when they first began. Finally, we said, isn’t it beautiful? We had been freed from the grasp of fire season, the stasis of suffocation, the threat of burning. We put out our plants and took videos of cute finches sheltering on our windowsills. We heard there was a river in the sky, an atmospheric river. We had known that we could be on a river, or in a river, but were only recently coming to understand that we could be below one, too.

Then the rains refused to stop. Flash flood warnings were in effect. The places where the…