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May 2016
Grey and Silver clouds come down from the mountains and bring fog into the valleys. Rain pours down and creates temporary streams in dry gullies. Puddles form in potholes along the driveway and the roadway. The earth drinks in as much water as it can hold, then spews out what it can't take in. The air is cool and damp as I wrap myself in a wool blanket and look at the trees dripping silvery drops off of their limbs. While others see nothing but darkness and gloom, I see beauty and cleansing. While the air may be cold and things may get damp, water like faith is the essence of life. At times both are invisible, but often manifest themselves in a flood of abundance. So I take joy in the rain, knowing that it will help the earth bring forth fruit. That is why there is no ordinary rainy day.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
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