I remember that rainy Sunday morning in great detail. The rain was knocking on my windshield furiously while I was driving toward the Bear River and trying to find one good reason why I was going there.
That rainy morning turned out to be the best morning I have ever had at Bear River. The male Yellow-headed blackbirds were singing hoping to attract any female who happened to be around. They weren't hiding in their shelters.
A soaking wet Great Blue Heron on the photo above was fishing in the swamp and wasn't going to hide from rain. Everything was so unpredictable and surprising on that rainy morning.
In my former country every rainy summer day was taken for granted. Here in Utah, even a short summer rain is a gift that you rejoice like a child and hope that it turns into a downpour.
Generally, life is good!