I sit near Mobile Bay beneath pewter skies that glisten freshly washed by the rain and shine as the lightning polishes them in any given moment. The bay waters shimmer sameness like the uplifted face of a child who wants only to please you by mirroring your likeness from her eyes.
Some wait for the rain to stop. Something within me embraces it for all the many elements that have conspired for it to be here. The constancy of the rain, the continual drum rolls of thunder, the flickering t...

I sit near Mobile Bay beneath pewter skies that glisten freshly washed by the rain and shine as the lightning polishes them in any given moment. The bay waters shimmer sameness like the uplifted face of a child who wants only to please you by mirroring your likeness from her eyes.
Some wait for the rain to stop. Something within me embraces it for all the many elements that have conspired for it to be here. The constancy of the rain, the continual drum rolls of thunder, the flickering then dimming of the lightning that almost gently pierces through the clouded sky join to make me wonder: might this be forever, this rain?
As I drove here, I noticed the lamplights on in so many homes—the light as invitational warmth, an escape from the dreariness likely found in the rain and the darkness of this day. I, though, have been driven to it. So this is today, I say. You are beautiful to me, abundant rain, expansive sky. I wonder, have we given you just too much to hold? Is it time for those of us here upon this earth to share all that has been gathered within you?
Let it fall, Precious Sky, let it fall.

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