The fertile, fecund scents of rain and wet earth greet me as I step out my door- Rain has returned! I greet and welcome back Rain, usually such a constant companion here. Although I cannot see him, I know my hero, the Hunter King is waving to me from the southwest, up above the clouds, and I nod to him in return.
“Hail, Spirits of Night and Mother of Darkness. May you smile upon us, and show us truth and inspiration in our dreams. Hail, Spirit of Rain, and welcome back! I thank you for your blessings of greening and pray you might teach me your life-giving powers. Slàinte mhath.”