Waiting For Rain

For the last two days I have been waiting for rain.

In theory, rain had been proposed by Accuhunch (Thanks, Reverend Paul!) due to surrounding weather conditions.  Rain at this time of year is not unusual. 

But it has not come, yet.

There is always the thought every evening: do I water, or do I wait for rain if forecast?  The rain saves me time and money of course - but if I wait to long and the rain does not come then I am left with another day without water (or me getting up and watering in the morning, which is never as ideal).  The days that are just outright sun and hot are no issue; it is those days that are "possible rain" that are the issue.

This is what the world feels like to me as well right now.

It feels like so much - economically, politically, socially, culturally - everything is on the edge of a torrential downpour.  It is not guaranteed, but there is enough of a chance that I keep looking up to the skies to see if something is coming.

It is - to me anyway - a hard mental space to be in, the constant "almost going to rain" while things will not seem to commit to the rain. 

But the clouds keep sliding in, and occasionally I hear the punctuated "thumps" of the rain as it hits the roof.

The thing that bothers, of course, is that unlike rain storms which come and go, this rain storm, when it starts, appears to have no end until torrential floods have washed away everything in its path, leaving only mud and the debris of life in its wake.