Two weeks early.
And I sit at my desk a few feet away from french doors thrown open. Just screens between me and the elements.
I watch rain fall--
The eagerness of the ground to receive is beautiful.
This ground is ready for rain. Has been for a long time.
My little camera rests in one fist.
My soul leaps longing at the rolling of thunder.
My mind turns to other ground likewise desperately in need...
And I wonder: Is my heart as eager?
Is my life ready for rain?