Wednesday, February 16, 2005
We pray to the clouds often, lost upon how to proceed.
O how it so needs to rain!
As if God himself delivered my ultimatum, a rain drop (or tear drop, I can't see the difference now) crashed up my sea wall with truculent fury.
Then the real homage came
I just peered up with obscured vision, smiling as my face conformed with this wondorous cleaning agent.
Then it stopped.
Laureate