Sleep still clung to Mom, but she slowly plunked down the stairs and to the back sliding glass door where the boy had run. He pulled the sheer curtains aside and Mom sat down with the baby and her blanket. They all took a quiet moment to look out at the soggy weed-choked back yard. Mom loved the rain, even more so now that they lived in the desert. "Look Mom," said the boy. "The rain is making bubbles." She supposed the water dropping into puddles did look bubbly. The baby settled down further into Mom's lap. "Should we hear it?" inquired the boy. Mom smiled and nodded. When the boy opened the sliding glass door a wash of cold air confronted them, and the musical cadence of the dripping became louder and more beautiful.
Later there would be bottles and breakfast and diapers and books. Little Dolly would give up her blanket until nap time and she would do that silly walk on her knees. Brother would play little games with rocks and sticks and cars and hats. But for now, they all sat and enjoyed one another's presence and the miracle of rain falling from God's great heaven.