The pitter, patter of the rain
Sounds like horses on the roof.
When I close my eyes to sleep
I dream of wild horses
Galloping through the sky.
In the middle of this stampede
I am sitting upon a beautiful
Dapple, grey Arabian.
His mane whips at my face
As we glide through the air.
Finally, we slow to a walk
And head back home,
Where the rain has come to an end.
By Sommer Sorenson
I wrote that along time ago, but the last few days have made me feel very much the same as the day I wrote this. It has been pouring buckets and the trees have been trimmed of their branches. The wind has howled through the trees and left its mark here and there.
But all is well in my neck of the woods. Just lots of cold rain. We've needed this downpour though. It has been all too dry! So, I'll not complain, but just be glad I have a roof to cover my head and warm socks for my feet and hot chocolate to warm me inside. As I sit here, writing to you my friends, I can gaze out my kitchen window and see the rain falling. I actually really love it and on these days, when you have no where to be and all is well in the home, it is a cozy feeling to stare out and watch God replenish this earth! Praise the Lord for the rain!!!
Next week, I hope to share with you some projects I have planned for my home and some goals that I want to set for this year. We've all been sick this last week, so my goal planning has been a touch delayed as has my restarting of lessons. But, I will be back at it this next week and I hope to share some of these with you all.
May the Lord bless you all this weekend and for those friends of mine that happen to live in some of the harder hit areas in California...may He keep you safe and well. Stay dry and warm!