BY PAMELA JO BOWMAN, MESA ARIZONA – This morning, we woke to the smell of rain. All day long the sound of water has penetrated my life. I walk slowly to feel the droplets in my hair and I look up to catch a wet kiss on my skin. My toes are chilled, snuggled inside holiday stockings. I cradle my hot chocolate and slowly sip it, but not slowly enough. My tongue is burned. Evidence of a new season is cleansing my little world. “I love walking in the rain, ‘cause then no one knows I’m crying.”
Or as William Shakespeare said, “The quality of mercy is not strained: it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed. It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.”
why are you crying