Clouds rolled in at dusk.
It rained 1/10th at midnight.
Clean, Fresh. I’m happy.
or
It rained at midnight.
That makes me a happy man.
My shoes are wet today.
or
Storms rolled through last night.
It gave the Earth a shower.
Everything smells fresh.
or
Giant hackberry fell
The barnlot, the house, the shed
branches cover all
Chism Heritage Farm 
Except for the hackberry tree I think you’re saying it finally rained? Three cheers! Three million cheers!
Wife just called to say a hoop house got destroyed by the wind too. No chickens were harmed and I bet the screws just stripped out. Probably no big deal.
Hope so. It would just figure if your long awaited rain turned into an out and out storm. I’m trusting the hackberry is poetic metaphor?
Nope. It’s a giant tree so large two people couldn’t put their arms around it. It towered over the barnyard. There was a rope in the tree when I was a kid and I could go to the top of the rope…maybe 1/3 of the way up the tree. I guess we’ll add it to the firewood pile. Sad, really. Besides, the weather is going to be below 90 this weekend and I have other projects I wanted to work on. Oh well.
Rain at our house, too.
Sad about your hackberry.
Glad you’re all OK.
lol