and the unexpected showers came forth from a summer sky in august. But she was waiting; arms spread wide, face held up, she was waiting for her patch of rain. and when it ran down her fingers, when it clung to her hair and to the threads of her clothes, what else could she do but smile. with eyes wrinkled shut by the push of her joyous heart, she smiled and smiled and smiled.

how did that rain feel on your face?
"It felt so cold and good to me;
it swept away my guilt; it

took the blues without a trace."

thank God for the salvation that is midsummer rain.