Rainy Days
It looks to be a gray, dreary day this morning, but these days no day with rain is dreary. Rain is a thing to be celebrated. It’s a time of drought. Rain is relief. So, I’m willing to walk about wet if only it comes from rain falling from the sky. I’ll be happy and I’ll go about my day with a smile.
I say this even though my rain gauge stands at nearly two inches from the recent spate of rain and my plants are looking healthy and very much alive. We’re still in a drought. Our county is still orange on the drought map. Our only hope is the Super El Nino that seems to be coming our way and might be promising torrential rains similar to those that fell in 2015.
But I wonder sometimes if the weather isn’t like that pot I shouldn’t watch if I want it to boil. I should simply be happy with what I have, and what I have right now is two inches in the rain gauge and a host of thriving plants. I bet they don’t care. They’re just having a gay old time. So, with that I’m going to close the mouth of the gift horse and step outside to smell my flowers.