Let the Rain Kiss You

Let the rain kiss you.

Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.

Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

-Langston Hughes

Woke today to a thunderstorm rolling through, which is something we don't usually see until late March or April.  Thunder was cracking and lightning was lighting up the dark outside the bedroom windows.  J. was already up - I could tell from the smell of his coffee wafting through down the hallway.

We needed this rain desperately, but I couldn't help but wish it would have held off a little longer.  I dressed hurriedly and headed out to let the chickens out before the deluge started.  My real reason for going out was that I hadn't gotten the cleanings from the chicken coop into the composter.  I put them into a huge trash can and they ended up too heavy for me to lift by myself (I probably could have, but I'm still a little nervous about just getting over that pulled back muscle.)  So I needed J.'s help with taking care of this and got lazy about asking.  My penalty for laziness was dodging raindrops while getting a cover over the top of the trashcan.  While out there, I threw some straw lightly over the onions and garlic that have just started emerging from their winter nap. The deluge began right as my Muckboots hit the back porch.

Then it was off to work early where I sold another two dozen eggs to some friends at work.  The money will go into the coffers to pay for the girls' food.

Today was a good day despite the rain.