Rain Drops on Roses

Gosh, the rain really does remind me of home. Tigard, being just outside of Portland, gets lots of rain. I grew up in the rain. I’ve been dancing in it since as far back as I can remember. I am fascinated by it, really. Rain makes things grow. Rain waters the Earth so that we can drink the freshly recycled water. Rain is a beautiful blessing sent from God Himself just for all the living things that reside here.
I really do feel as though I belong in the rain. I used to not care at all if it was 100 degrees outside or a mere 20. I would still be out in the rain. Today I am achy and feeling a little depressed, so I am inside admiring from the windows and playing my guitar a little, just to keep my mind off of things.
I cant decide if I need coffee or more sleep, but one or the other is certainly in order right about now. Maybe some hot tea and a nice blanket will do. I just want to enjoy the rain while it’s here, because it doesn’t visit nearly enough as I would like it to. I will watch it dampen the last of the leaves on the trees, make puddles on the pavement, and let it flood my mind with memories of home…

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