Today, I listened to the rain.
At first it was blotting
a splat here and a splat there.
The individual drops could be heard
with no particular rhythm.
Then they began to corral their talents
and work together forming a more
methodical and consistent soft drumming.
As I continued to listen,
each drop, it seemed,
started competing for my attention
and threw itself down
from the heavens creating
a voluminous collision of water and earth.
Then as if exhausted from the effort,
the drops softened;
their strength waned,
their size became emaciated,
and their music grew fainter and lulled
until at last they were,
all of them, ... quiet.
They left only the moisture of their being
to nourish the foliage
and the memory of their song
to nourish the soul.
Lightening started 80 fires in Oregon
yesterday & night leading up to it.
One fire fighter is lost~
They just said lost.
I don't know if that means missing
or if it means lost his life.
My brother went on a fire last night
at 8:30 PM.
It's not him, but please pray
for that missing or lost soul.
Until next time,
Nimble Fingers and Even Stitches