It
rained yesterday after several weeks of dry, leaden, blue hot baking, 90°+
skies. Every now and again the earth
wakes us to our place of helplessness, puts us in our room and takes away our
supper. We sit on our beds and think
about the limited responses available to us, nothing really, just sit and wait
it out. We think about when it will
rain, hoping and praying, search our ten-day forecast for that rain cloud and
lightning bolt but see only the bright yellow sun. We are okay at telling the weather but
absolutely clueless on how to make it.
Whoever does that would be worthy of worship, in fact, if we knew we
might build Him a temple so we could worship Him. In our bedrooms, we remember there’s a temple
on almost every corner in town. We’re
hungry.
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| Yesterday I got to work in my studio with the doors open listening to it rain. |
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