Dreams on the
cusp of realization…it’s like just before the rain comes. The promise of refreshment hangs in the air,
the sweet scents of the coming shower on the breeze. It’s close, but you can’t predict the moment
the first drop will fall. Birds sing
sweetly in the trees, rejoicing over the summer shower, then as the time draws
near, they return to shelter in silence.
The wind awaits its arousal call.
In the calm before the storm, all nature seems to hold its breath and
then with a great sigh, the wind awakes, caressing gently the leafy trees. The distant rain begins its song soft and
sweet, growing as it nears to a crescendo of wind and water in symphonic song,
drawing near, blessing the parched soil.
The promise of life, refreshment and hope has arrived.
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