For ground that drinks the rain which often falls on it and brings forth vegetation useful to those for whose sake it is also tilled, receives a blessing from God;
Recently the south has been getting many showers of blessings. It has been raining now for several weeks. Saturday we had tornado warnings and were keeping watch in the event we needed to move our patients to safety. Thankfully we did not have to do that. There were however many reports of high winds and flooding in several areas.
My trees that were once laden with young fruits were relieved of their burden precipitously, to my eternal dismay. Each time I see the bulk of my future-ripened fruits on the ground rotting, I groan deep in my soul!
The consolation is that they will return to the soil as food.
Today, I am off work and it is pouring.
I’m sitting with the windows open wide and just basking in the sounds, smells and the texture of the rain.
I love rain, especially when I am not compelled to be out in it. Growing up in South America with a tin roof, the sound of raindrops were magnified as they fell on the metal roof creating a euphony of sounds broken only by the occasional bellow of thunder. I learned to associate that sound with a comforting melody that often lulled me into a siesta.
Though today I will not indulge in sleep as I watch the rain from my window. I prefer to see it as a cleansing of our earth from the past several months.
Per the CDC those fully vaccinated may shed their masks. Many have already done so.
I am honor bound to have mine while at work and I will wear mine outside of work for the foreseeable future until the vaccination percentage becomes higher.
What are your thoughts on the new mask-less directive?
I hope you all are keeping well.