Into Each Life A Little Rain Must Fall

Into each life a little rain must fall, or so the saying goes.

While there are many people who need the water for crops and livestock, I cannot help but feel a pang of sorrow in my heart for all of those people who two scant months ago watched all they had worked for blow and scatter to the whims of the tornadic winds.

How must they who have lost so very much feel as the relentless storms continue to soak whatever they might have left of the pieces of the lives that once were?

Yet the flip side of the coin is in behalf of those farmers and ranchers who put the literal food on the table for us all. When they suffer drought, we ALL suffer drought and we pay the price for foods brought from far away or in the hunger that might occur when you simply have to just say no to the prices.

The ditch in the front yard is fairly full and could offer a kayaker a pretty turbulent ride as the water races through on its downhill journey to flood the yard of the nice people down the street from us. They get flooded at almost every rainstorm.

When I was little, the summer rains seemed to be warm and inviting. Today's storms are dark, harsh and threatening. Is the difference simply age and perception, or has the natural world begun to turn away from us who care so little for one another and so very much for self alone?

I have no answers today, just lots of questions and concerns for those of my loved ones and friends scattered around through the rains.

The laundry whirls, the dryer hums and the rains pour.

Into each life...