Saturday, June 12, 2010


I grow weary of hearing complaints about weather.
Although I am not entirely innocent of weather-whining, so
I do understand the tendencies.

Maybe sometimes, for some of us, laments about the weather are merely masquerades.
They contain a much larger message; the ultimate frustration we feel about all the things over which we have no control.

We can decide how to behave and how to speak, but we cannot control how others will react.
We can make meticulous, detailed blueprints for our days, but outside forces may "conspire" to squash our best-laid plans.

These are just a few of the thoughts that passed through my brain this past week, when I realized that I have always found something special about rainy days.
They're really not so bad, dear reader.
They deliver nourishment to the earth, and foster countless opportunities for creativity.

Toddlers learn the fine art of puddle-splashing.

Emma, June 10

Raindrops linger in strategic locations, inviting us to marvel and capture.

And we are, hopefully, left with the residual wonder of a simple, soggy day.

1 comment:

DIANe said...

You were the best part of AtH Saturday night. The guitar was a nice added touch.


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