Monday, June 24, 2013
It has been raining for so long. I hardly remember what a spring felt like and now it is summer and almost the end of June. I live in a town of about 20,000 people and the town is surrounded by many farms. Farms that are struggling because of all the rain. Struggling because their fields are floods to wet to plant or planted but under water.
I know this was a strange way to start, but the last few days have been giving me a lot to think about. Like a lot of people I have got water coming into my house every time it rains. I feel lucky I don't have to move. I complain about being overweight, having arthritis. I complain because I am disabled. I have come to realise that I have more than some. I might be disabled but I am healthy. I have my kids and grandkids. I might feel lonely and feel lost but not abandoned. I have spark friends.
So where the rain falls, tears will no longer fall.