When the rains finally come, our evenings will be lighted with shaded, incandescent lamps again. I love their glow inside the house, the warmth they emanate when seen from outside through windows and doors, and the cozy feelings that they induce. The nights will be chilly. There are times when we shall place lit candles in cast-iron, fire boxes on tables and on the floor.

I so look forward to that time of year, except for the concomitant flooded streets, the devils' traffic, and waiting for the grandchildren to safely come home from school.