The sounds of the storm, rolling across the prairie, came to my ears while I clicked away at keyboard – –
And I learned, later, the gentle pattering of moisture, here, meant more fearful things, for others – not more than 60 miles away –
And while, I wrote tonight on specific perspectives of mine, the pattering of rain reminds me….
In the end….
The sound of falling rain reminds me of all the challenges we all meet – sometimes together, sometimes, via paths greatly divided.
I am grateful for the gentle reminder sent to me, tonight –
While, somewhere, there sat a Farmer, who sighed, as moisture arrived to delay the harvest, for one more day –
There were folks who dealt with hail, instead of rain –
Yes, for me, it really is, all in the perspective –
But tonight – for me – for now –
It’s good to be reminded of why I love my homeland …