we went to bed last night
watching images of people
with too much rain
knowing stories of those
wandering and looking
for next steps to take.
i still longed for a little…
rain is my favorite weather.
we woke to swollen skies
dripping now and then.
my house is dim and cozy
my son cried again
when i left him at school
it feels like the world
knows and agrees
and once again
the mystery of god
is wider
prairie daze 
yes, it’s so moving when the rain (or better yet, a storm) matches your mood. i, too, long for rain (right now it’s thundering. . . ), in spite of the devastation that even my loved ones have endured. it’s a strange feeling to wish for relief from the floods for them and at the same time wish for relief from the drought here.
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I do like the rain, too. It’s cleansing.
However, I do feel badly for those who are suffering with both too much rain and too little rain.
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Hmmm. I just posted something quite similar and then decided to quickly visit your blog. Looks like we’ve got similar issues of inner conflict on the brain.
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