stood outside on the veranda today and watched the skies.
begging for rain.
even did a rain dance- much to the consternation and hilarity of my family.
eventually- slowly- grudgingly-
the sky opened up and the black clouds dumped
we seem to be in a corridor of drought
where the clouds like to skim around
and north and south of us
and my trees lifted up their hands
and thanked the Lord
and so did i