Simply A Cloud That Cried Wolf

The simple pleasures party at A Collection of This and That has been on a little hiatus.  I’ve really missed it, too. Funny how you don’t realize how much you’ll miss something until it’s gone.

This week’s simple pleasure is kind of like that.

If you read here much, you know that this blogger is in the middle of a severe drought. It has gone way beyond dry grass and dead flowers.  The roots are showing on the river banks, and the piney stick trees are orange. 

The whole ordeal has turned us into a bunch of sky watchers.  We walk outside craning our necks like owls and do the freeze if we think we hear a distant rumble.

I think it can… I think it can…

But time after time, the little rumble that could has turned out to be the thunder who cried wolf.  Not exactly the story that we had in mind, folks.

And so it was with less than hopeful expectation that I watched the clouds teasing over our house the other day.  I can get a little pouty when hope cries wolf; I admit it. But when the trees started swaying and those rumbles became boomers, I stepped outside to capture the evidence.

 Just in case…

Then I plopped right down on the porch to wait.

And I waited…

And I waited…

And do you know what happened?

 Wolf!

So I put the shiny red Kodak into protective custody and drank it all in.  And if the neighbors just happened to see a little Gene Kelly action going on? Well... that might have been me, too.  

And I thought about the decades that I have spent pretty much nonchalant on the subject of rain. How many times, I thought, have showers fallen in their season without so much as a whisper of thanks?  


I guess sometimes it takes a season without them to remedy that. 

So thank you for your prayers, blogging friends. 

Enjoying the fruit of them was this week’s simple pleasure.

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Taking my grateful self to Dayle's place.

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