RAIN

The thunder started well before sunrise.  I know because Samson the ‘Fraidy-Dog woke me.

At some point I was aware that the sky was pouring forth rain.  And in my sleepy state, I breathed a prayer of thanksgiving.

As I write (after French toast from my homemade bread) at 9.43 a.m., rain is falling in a steady pour.  The parched earth must be truly grateful.  I know that I am.

Samson, on the other hand, is not liking the glorious thunder.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.