So long, too long. The sky has not wept for days and days. The yang sun has dried up the soil. The grass is brittle and broken. The peaches are teeny. Now, now the blessed rain showers give out the nourishment of water. The lilac bush tosses in the breeze. Strawberries leaves reach up, tall and brave again. We can grow! We can give fruit!
The starlings peck though the field. The tall tall weedy grasses were cut down the other day. The wildness of it! Now, seeds and bugs have no where to hide. Everything’s gotta eat. The summer squash will grow. The mosquito will emerge seeking blood.
Rest, the rain brought an afternoon of rest. The chores just about got done when the mist arrived with lunchtime. Oh! I’ll miss the garden today. Without the rain, I wouldn’t rest, wouldn’t write and wouldn’t be so well. So rested now. The cats are restless. Stella is meowing at the outrage of being indoors so early. Why must I watch out the window! Why can I not be outside! How she loves her yard. A domani Stellina. A domani.
Gratitude to the goddess of gentle showers today. She brought us the yin of coolness. We needed the sky to give us a cry. As above so below. Sometimes, after a lot of exposure, it’s good to let the tears flow. The gentle release, relief of washing the eyes. The sunlight burns them a bit. The rain is a friend much missed.
Hail and welcome to the rain!
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