It rained. Early this morning, for about one hour. Not enough but, the sound of it! And it cleared the air a bit, the physical one, the brown smelly smoke plume from the fires 50 km away from here and the sticky angry one between us two stubborn humans. This summer has been so awful most of the time. I am exhausted. 

Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.

“Pooh!” he whispered.

“Yes, Piglet?”

“Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s paw. “I just wanted to be sure of you.”

A.A. Milne (The House at Pooh Corner)