Enough to last you 'til next spring, maybe?
I was reminded of an important life lesson on that trip: When you walk through the downpour. . .
And that's your public service announcement for the day.
Seriously, I know rain can be a real headache sometimes. It ruins picnics, turns bad hair days into worse hair days, and smears mascara everywhere.
It can even transform fields into lakes:
Drop on top of drop, all piled up together, water wields a power that's hard to explain.
What a mystery, this mighty stuff that runs through our fingers, bathes our babies, fills our bellies. . .
Feeds our flowers, and washes away dirt and homes alike.
It's hard to know how to feel about rain, isn't it? Sometimes it's more than just a headache; sometimes it's a heartache.
So for our friends in the flood lands, about ready to build an Ark,
And our friends picking up the pieces after mile-wide, open-mouthed monsters,
We're praying that May flowers and ripe fields reappear for you soon. Praying --
And putting feet to those prayers,