Either the nightly scavenger has succombed to heat stroke (a very real possibility in this unrelenting Texas heat wave),
OR
They recognized the work of a higher intelligence (me) and slunk off to the woods to regroup....
And while they were regrouping, storm clouds were gathering! The very real kind, with rain drops and rumbling thunder. Hallelujah!
Today marks the last in our streak of 40 straight days of triple digit heat! We only got up to 96, and when the front moved through this afternoon, bringing the rain, the temp dropped to 75. Perfectly blissful!
As the first fat raindrops began to fall, the air took on the aroma of rain sizzling in a skillet. Each drop splattered into the dust, sending up puffs of steam. You could smell it coming! As the storm rolled and rumbled, the rain began in earnest and we watched with grateful hearts as dust turned to sodden earth and soaked up each precious drop.
Leaves are washed clean.
Flower buds open in thanksgiving.
It has been the perfect kind of day for mom to laze around, with feet elevated, of course, and watch the rain drizzle patterns on her windows. It's been a long drought, and this little 1/2 inch won't do much to alleviate the water shortage, but, oh, it gives hope to this parched heart. Pancreatic cancer takes away so much, so fast, that it's easy for our hearts and spirits to dry up, to lose hope. We begin to look and feel just like the scorched fields outside the front door. A break in the chemo this week, a night of cards with best friends, laughter and gossip, lunch date tomorrow. Life takes a turn for the normal and suddenly we feel better, coping easier, even forgetting at times we're in the fight for her life. That's a tiny trickle of hope in this desert place. So bring on the rain! It's exactly what we need.
Thank you, Lord.
You are our Rain-Giver,
Heart-Healer,
Hope-Restorer.
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