“Rain, rain, go away, come again some other day.” That jingle came to me as I watched water flooding past my house from an inch of rain in 1/2 hour. Plus hail. My granddaughter and I were blowing bubbles on the back patio when it started. At first a few drops sent us under the awning, and we enjoyed the tap-tapping above us. Then all of a sudden, it wasn’t a tap-tap and we could no longer hear each other speak. We sprinted into the house, closed up windows and toweled the rain water off the sills we were too slow in getting shut. Mother Nature can certainly be stunning.
Colorado weather cracks me up. The day after the hail, it thundered for a minute, then rain sprinkled down for two minutes, then sunshine for five minutes, repeat, again, and again all afternoon. Each time the sun snuck out, I slipped outside and did something in the yard, dead headed a rose or the salvia, emptied the rain gauge, walked to the mail box. It was a lazy day and I made the most of it.
The synopsis is slowly shaping up. I’ve cut and pasted too many times to count, deleted, added, deleted, reworded, pondered what is most important, and put it away to see it with fresh eyes, again and again. It’s not there yet, but getting close. I hope. Wait till my editor gets ahold of it. Humbling.
The summer flittered away while I wasn’t watching, too busy with grandkids and travel and helping the kids move. I want more. I want more.
I also want peace and respect. Our country has just experienced another outbreak of hate and bigotry. These people were taught this hatred, they were taught to think one race is superior to others. The haters weren’t born that way. They were tiny innocent babies when they were born, babies who grew up influenced at some point in their lives by someone else’s hate. It can be un-taught. It can be changed. It takes respect. One person at a time, we must un-do the damage. Please.