This is the driest July in a hundred years over here in Indianapolis. The county where I live has recently banned all landscaping projects and lawn watering to combat the drought. Needless to say, everything that was once green is now brown and crunchy.
For the past seven weeks we’ve watched rain miss our part of the state. Either it’s to the north or the south or to the east or west. It’s almost as if there was there was a glass bubble put over our neighborhood keeping the wet stuff out.
But yesterday finally, finally the rain came down. For fifty-five blessed minutes the skies opened and the heavens unleashed a steady downpour.
We were thrilled to say the least and my two girls ran outside to play in the rain.
My family got exactly what we had been praying and hoping for yesterday. My wish for you, gentle reader, is that something you’ve been longing for comes to you at last.
And when it does I hope you take the time to rejoice in it.