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Day Seven of Rain in Lower Alabama...
The initial burst of joy at an opportunity to play in the rain is long gone and now the mood is just soggy.
Our rainwater buckets were over-full 3 days ago.
The tomato plants and angel trumpets who had stood proudly soaking up liquid sunshine have begun to sag under the weight of the water.
A lonely spider, the knitter of nature, clings tenuously in web, braced against the cool wind.
Alas, even the waterfowl are feeling the strain of too much rain, ducking for cover under the eaves.
Yet the rose stands tall and lovely, her beauty deep-rooted and strong, a gentle reminder that I, too, can weather the storms by keeping my face heavenward.
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