Matters have conspired to shuffle my schedule today. I'm all turned around and I don't even know when I am or where I've been. Nevertheless, here's something that just jumped out of my head and onto the screen. Maybe you'll like it.
We had already been pushed two days past the breaking point, past the point of no return. We were sure there could be no remedy now. If relief came, it would be too little and too late. We all wore our surety of grim reality like armor. We all knew the truth and faced it with what strength we had left.
Then the rains came.
They started last evening, preceded by the indescribable mercy of cool, moist wind. Everyone stopped and, eyes closed, turned their faces in the direction from which the wind blew in. We were certain it was only a tease. We allowed ourselves no hope. Then, less than an hour later, the winds brought the low rumble of thunder and, as if from nowhere, rain fell. We were certain it would be only a shower. We allowed ourselves no hope. Nevertheless, the rain came in sheets and torrents. It washed and then it puddled and then it ran over the ground. Some came in from different parts with wondrous concerns of flooding. All around, bewildered faces showed women and men struggling to remember what it meant to hope and how it felt to plan.
I was certain my heart was baked forever, turned eternal to stone. I was sure it would never flow again. Now, only twelve hours later, my heart softens within me. Walls come down and life flows anew. I was certain there would be no return. I was certain it was now too late.
And the rain falls still.
So, that's that. I'll try to be back on a more normal schedule tomorrow.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
P. S. - Aphter: 50. (Wow! 50!) This one is a little long. It's a climax of sorts. The Maker Song! Thanks for stopping by.
