A slow and steady rain is falling.
The sound of it through open windows a melody softly strumming.
A welcome gift to the dry and brown that surrounds Little Red.
Slow and steady means whatever is given will be absorbed and savored by this thirsty land instead of bouncing off hard packed clay and rushing in a torrent to lower ground.
A slow and steady rain is falling.
A life lesson on a quiet Tuesday morning.
1 comment:
Sounds like a perfect morning.
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