Rain is falling in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. This bodes well for all our amphibians who lay their eggs in vernal (spring) pools, which depend on spring runoff and rain. With so little snow this year, the latter is more important.
When I hear weather forecasters say what a great day it will be because there will be no rain, I think of my hoppers, and all the other plants and animals (not to mention the farmers) who depend on rain. I think I'm willing to sacrifice my ballgame, or picnic, or whatever other activity depends on dry weather, to support all the hoppers, creepers, swimmer, and others who need that rain.
I could also just be selfish and say that I need it to keep the spring going that feeds water to the house I rent at the edge of Shenandoah National Park. We all need seasonal rains—not deluges, but the gentle, persistent rains that fill up vernal pools, recharge springs, clean out our streams, and soaks into the ground—to survive.
So, it's a great day out there—a soft rain is falling.