Askye-Paulse

Late in the evening I sat comfortably immersed deep in my book, lost in tails of wizardry and fantasy illuminated by the glow of my bedside lamp, when I was pulled from my trance by the unusual patter of water against my bedroom window. It had been many months since our sleepy mountain town was graced by rain, only passing clouds and the occasional drizzle that seamed to tease us as the long days grew hotter. It was hard for me to believe what I was hearing. In a hurry I jumped off my bed and ran outside. It was raining. For some people this is a regular nuisance, not all that uncommon here either, but as I stood there letting the gentile ra