I live where it really doesn't rain part of the year, and then it does.

That means sometimes waking slowly in autumn going "What's that sound?" That interesting and irregular sound, what is it?

Maybe we humans have been in a long, dry spell in knowing how to get on with each other. Maybe something basic and missing that would help us with each other is about to enter its season, and damp us down, and green us up. We may slowly awake, thinking, "What is that?" and start to ease up on each other.