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gone, but not forgotten…a weekly photo challenge

Screen Shot 2014-12-06 at 3.59.45 PMI woke up this morning to the delicious sounds of rain — the steady beating of drops on my roof — and the counterbeat of the runoff hitting the roof over the basement door. It was so soothing, so hypnotic that I rolled over and went back to sleep.

The rain continued through the morning into the early afternoon, and then it stopped.

The sun came out to play after that, and the rain was gone, but not forgotten. Big fat drops remained, decorating the yard with beautiful gems of water with sunlit highlights.

Isn’t that like the people we love? They come into our lives and water us, and even when they’re gone, a part of them remains with us.

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what’s a little mud among friends

I took this picture in the chapel, where I promised to bring several intentions this morning. It was dark and I lit the first candle.

I left the house in a giant rainstorm, and for the first hour here in the chapel, I could see the driving rain through the big picture window behind the altar. At  mid-morning the gray sky and some ominous black clouds dimmed the light inside, and muted the green of the trees outside.

As I was praying the sorrowful mysteries, I kept looking over the tree tops to see if the rain would stop so I could catch a glimpse of a rainbow. The rain continued to fall, and I found myself fingering the silver beads to a musical beat from the rain dripping off the eaves.

It was hypnotic and oddly comforting, like a heartbeat providing a steady soundtrack for my prayers. The rain eventually slowed down to a gentle shower, like it had spent itself in a passionate outburst. Having calmed down and recovered, it was getting down to the business of reviving all the parched trees and grass.

I couldn’t wait to go outside later and see how lush and refreshed everything would be. It’s like the earth is renewed and we’re given a new playground to begin again.

Yes, Margaret, I played in the mud, too.

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a rainy day poem

The rain always reminds me of you.

Its soft patter
against the window
leaves a trail down
the glass that stands
in stark relief against
the dust and grime
accumulated over time.

Its path, not quite straight,
meanders steadily on
the course and
arrives gently
on the ledge.

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