Spring pollen coats the streets and sidewalks. Passing cars are thick with the sticky, yellow
dust. Traffic is quieting and the air is thick with anticipation. Rain is coming. It delays and teases, but it’s on the way. I have to believe.
Days of dryness stretch into weeks of drought. Anxiety builds. Nerves are frayed. Will it come? Why the delay?
Waiting for rain is my teacher. Anticipation of sweet water hitting parched grass, clearing the air is poignant. When it comes it will be all the more welcomed because of the delay. Only in my mind is there a rush for things to be different than they are, right here and right now.
The tall oaks out my window have been here for 80-90 years and everything they’ve needed has come to them, in good time. Is it not the same with me? Is it not the same for each of us?
MentorBoom 
It arrived here last night, the rain did, with the thunder and lightening, just as I was sure if it did not my head would exploded. I feel as if I have a head cold. My vision is blurred enough from allergy symptoms that when I read your self-statment above, my water filled eyes read consultant as occultist. Or maybe it was just another of many projections.
Probably a projection, huh? When I read occultist, I thought oculist, hah, hah (maybe I could take care of your eyes?). We’ve both been into the occult in one form or another for many years. We’re looking forward to visiting the Melrose Inn next month!
Thanks Diane, I’m glad you found it helpful. We’re getting some light rain now (much needed) and a lot more coming over the weekend. I read years ago about the fact that trees stand in one place, trusting that all needs are cared for and I’ve strived to have that attitude myself whenever possible.