It’s been 9 1/2 months of waiting, praying, longing, frustration, bewilderment, practically torture for this gal.
And this afternoon, the skies are gray. The clouds looming. The temperature has dropped. The winds are blowing.
(Imagine that statement in HUGE lettering. But, I don’t how to make the text larger.)
It’s just a few drops from the sky. Just enough to totally mess up your car if it’s just been washed. But seriously, my prayer has been answered. I felt immense frustration last month when the word being whispered around town was “It’s gonna be a dry winter.”
Maybe so. Which is why I am marking this precious occasion with a post. Because the forecast is calling for high 80s next week.
And plenty of sun. 😦