And there will be rain and rumors of rain with wind skittering across the landscape in a whirling dance dodging the bolting light shows that strike the earth as thunder claps an encore. The air, heavy with humidity, bears down and once chirping birds now roost in silence on twiggy nests. Like the winged creatures, I feel it too, the breathless waiting knowing that something is on the horizon.
My newly sprouting garden with seeds popping beneath a thin blanket, await the coming shower, ready to wick the life-giving moisture from its earthly walls. For the sake of my little garden, I welcome the rain foreshadowed by low-hanging clouds, hazy and gray in the sky.
I only have one request I most humbly ask of Mother Nature…let it rain today and quench the thirsts of gardens and plants everywhere, but please, tomorrow may we picnic in sunshine?