I did not edit this. I wrote it after we came in from the rain. I wrote it in a flurry of excitement, you know the feeling when you get really inspired? So I don't care if it smells like rotten tomatoes, it is an account of excitement. This is me, y'all. When the rain comes, and the wind blows, mmm I get so excited!
We eat dinner with our faces turned toward the sky. At first it is blue and then the grey clouds roll and twist and swirl in from the North. The big birds ride air currents sideways, swept across the sky, no need for flapping wings. We are rich- the ones who get to sit on our deck and eat fresh food and watch the sky dance and clouds bubble over with emotion. We are the first witnesses to the low thunder rumbles as the storm gently rolls South. We feel every whisper of wind across our arms and faces, no change in temperature is lost to us. We wait for rain- maybe it will come, maybe it will roll on by. We make a plan. You take the glasses, I’ll take the plates, all the while watching the most beautiful display of love and joy and power. And when it finally rains we gather the ldft over corn and beans and head in, to open windows and turn on the fans. We are rich- to have these windows that open to beautiful views of water pouring, to trees, to rolling skies and sometimes, to a patch of blue sneaking through. We are rich, to witness it all and the break of clouds that follows to sunshine beneath, and the exact moment the insects start conversing and the birds start singing into sunset. We, the witnesses of air, of glory, so rich.
