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It sounds like rain, the rain we’re not getting in the long standing drought, the sound of the oak leaves hammering the shingles on the ranch house at night. In the day, the metaphor changes to a blizzard of leaves flung on the wind. One of the drawbacks of life in Central Texas–our second fall, when the oaks drop their old leaves and dress in new ones, is normal. They are a mess to clean up. A bigger mess, even, than in the official "fall," because we have so many more oaks than other kinds of trees.