Waiting for the Rain

Always waiting for the rain, to nuture the thirsty garden, to clean the dirty paths, to refresh the dusty world.

I love rain, I love the smell of rain, the feel of rain - I like cold rain and warm rain, heavy rain and light rain.

Rain is a wonderful thing.

There are so many things whirring round my head right now, so many things that should be happening and aren't and shouldn't be happening but are.

There are things that are torn that can possibly never be fixed, there are things that are so strong you don't think they will ever change. There are things that are sad, things that make me smile, things I don't understand - things I don't want to understand.

People who do too much, people who don't do enough.

Is this really a balance?

Is it fair?

There are babies being born to people who want them so much, babies being born to people who don't and babies not being born to people who need them.

There are rights and wrongs, but who knows what they are?

Enough pondering, enough wondering, enough.

I just wait for the rain to help everything start again and refresh those that need it.