Rain streaks baby’s cheeks
Sand path turns to cookie batter
Parched earth doesn’t care
I was walking with Vivian yesterday, at least a mile from home, when the rain started. Even though she was crying and the stroller pushed hard, it came as liquid blessing. I was thankful and hoped it would continue northward, where some farmers I know are praying for it.
We’ve been waiting for you Rain. Come back again soon.