Last year after a rather Houston-cold winter, we had a severe drought throughout the year. Thanks to the dry weather, the Houston summer was endurable and all enjoyed the sweetest fruits ever. My wicked mind secretly wished the drought spell to go on even though I knew some others were suffering from the lack of precipitation. Soon enough I stopped that wish.
This year, it rains more and frequently. Raining is sentimental always. I like this way too.