Rain Is Grace

Rain is grace;
Rain is the sky descending
To the earth;
Without rain,
There would be no life.
John Updike

The wind blows brittle, the grasslands tense, thirsty. The critters come into neighborhoods seeking water. I look for signs of Monsoon’s arrival in  a hint of cloud,  a southern breeze. There is longing for rain on my sun weathered face, my desire holding no sway with Monsoon’s arrival.

Thank you for stopping by. All my best to each and everyone.