It’s been a dark and dreary morning, with the sound of a distant storm meandering its’ way in our direction. I wait with anticipation, until finally, it arrives.
With it, comes the comforting sound of raindrops tap, tap, tapping against the window pane. The running water etches a circuitous path downhill, and huge rain puddles are sure to attract the delighted child.
My fried plants are drinking greedily, knowing that, in our drought-stricken area, the life-giving water is a gift. One that cleanses and nourishes all that it touches. Like manna from heaven, it is our salvation.
I find your brief reflection healing and soothing. Thank you.
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Dear Nina, I felt the same way while writing it. I think that it was the rain. I appreciate you for stopping by. Blessings, lydia
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I love love love rain. I wish it would rain more here (in LA), but alas. I’ll take reading about it instead! 🙂
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Dear Sarah, I know what you are saying. My daughter, son-in-law, and g’son live in LA, and I was there for the entire month of February. I think it rained once. In any case, believe me, the Austin area doesn’t receive nearly enough rain. We’ve been at a severe drought stage for years, and see that being the case for a long time to come. In any case, I really appreciate you for stopping by and hope to see you again soon. Blessings, Lydia
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