Rain is swooshing, sloshy sideways. The dark cloud wasn’t far away or pretending.
All of a sudden it’s pouring.
I leave my frantic cleaning for the back porch.
This world, our country is really getting worse, I decided loading my groceries.
$9.00 for granola bars and $10 for Kuerig coffee. Big deal money men are making formula and if I read this right, telling mothers who had CoVid not to breastfeed.
Pulled out of Food Lion and told myself to stop listening, stop listening to the fear, the invitation to join the dismal conversations.
Stop listening again.
Listen to a toddler napping, snoring, breathing after a make believe train ride followed by a walk so free her shoe flew into the air!
And she said, “doggone it” and “let it be” and we left them in the dirt and I sang and she echoed
“Don’t worry about a thing…every little thing is gonna be alright.”
Because I stumped my toe in the kitchen fixin’ lunch and she paused her singing to comfort me
“It’s okay.” ELB
So, I let the Windex wait because the knockout roses are catching puddles and leaning into the not yet summer rain.
I ain’t listening to fear.
Continue and believe.
I will too.