Some days you wake up to the sound of rain.

In your head, you know the deluge strengthens things that are just beginning to bud and brings the withered, dying things to life.

 But when a cloudburst catches you by surprise, you may not feel so benevolent in your heart.

 At times, you’re caught in the midst of it, and all you can do is stand there, or maybe call a friend.

 Sometimes it rains.

 But I have friends with umbrellas.

 We huddle together, waiting, listening, and watching things grow.