<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lawendula/5088305071/sizes/m/"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-5022" title="raincollage" src="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/raincollage-300x300.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="300" /></a>Something magical happened to me and Little Miss B on Day 192.

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We were out walking with Kim C. and her dogs and...

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Wet stuff dripped down from the sky.

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Yes, actual RAIN.

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This is a rare occurrence when you live in the desert.

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In fact, it is so rare that we celebrate when it rains.  We revel.

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We continue to walk our dogs and care less about getting wet.  Even Little Miss B -- who normally flees like a madwoman from the bath -- seemed to enjoy herself.

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Added bonus:  When you live in the desert a